Counseling helped us through a rough spot ............

I think it was '92, perhaps '93, when our marriage was getting a little stale for some reason, we had our two wonderful kids, everything was fine, but seemed like we were lacking something. Our neighbor, Rick and I were  talking one afternoon and he mentioned the he and Laura had some problems once, and went to see Rev. Hurles, who was a Marriage Counselor, and he had helped them. His office was not too far on 21st, so we called and made an appointment with him.

Looking back, I remember we entered his office, exchanged a few pleasantries, he asked some questions, and in reply to them Marilyn went off on a tirade of some kind mentioning everything I had done wrong, my boat, my trips to Michigan, and she went on and on, not giving either of us a chance to get in a word edgewise. She didn't miss an incident.

Finally, the counselor got up, walked around his desk, asked Marilyn to stand, and he kissed her long and passionately as I sat there dazed and shocked.

Marilyn sat down with a dazed look on her face, and he said to us, "This is what Marilyn needs at least three times a week, Joe, can you do this?

"Well," I replied, "I can drop her off here on Monday and Wednesday, but on Friday, I golf."