BERRY: Wife puts up with oddball (or is he unique?)

For weeks, people would see us together and say something like, "Hey, Amy, I loved your column last month." Or, "Wow, Amy, it looks like you have a second career in writing after you retire from teaching."

Amy gloated over the attention she received, while I felt a teeny-weenie bit slighted. OK, truth be known, I was miffed. After all, I wrote most of the column.

While Amy was snickering, and my face was reddening, I challenged her: "You write my next column!"

"OK, I will," she quickly responded. She called my bluff.

"Um, um, um," I stammered. "What will you write about?"

"I'm going to write about you!" Amy said, touching the tip of my nose with the tip of her index finger as if it were a fairy godmother's wand. "And all of your odd behavior," she added.

I felt like I'd just been turned into a toad.

"Well, that will be the shortest column in the history of newspaper columns," I said. "But, OK, you can write it under one condition I get to edit it and add my comments before sending it to the Tribune."

"Deal!" she said, sticking out her hand.

"Deal!" I said, spitting into my palm and quickly shaking on it.

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BERRY: Wife puts up with oddball (or is he unique?)