They loved each other more than any two people I've ever seen but couldn't stand to live together. His idea of a perfect Friday night was sitting by the fire with a brandy reading a book. She and her friends from work closed down Green Street most Fridays. He couldn't stand it if the cap was off of the toothpaste. She didn't know or care that toothpaste had a cap. He was Felix, she was Oscar.

When we moved across the street from them they had been married to each other 3 times, divorced twice and were heading to divorce #3. About a year after divorce #3 was final the elderly couple next to the house they owned decided to sell. The couple sold their house to him, they remarried in 1987 and are still married today, her living in her house, him living in his.