Harry has always kidded me about how I take care of things. I mean things. Stuff. If he and I buy the same pair of shoes, his are in the trash in six months or a year. You know. Like normal people. A decade or two later mine are getting broken in.
We did one of our rare shows together yesterday. When he started to babble about an ex-wife it reminded me that we have seven between us. Maybe we should both take better care of things.