In Other Words with Dave 

Alison’s a little bit Garth. And I’m a little bit Springsteen. 

She likes to shop local boutiques. I’d rather hang out at Cars & Coffee. 

She’s into spicy, or as she calls it, “flavorful” food – hot honey, onion jam, balsamic this, reduced that. I’m fine with a chicken breast, but please go easy on the spices (salt and pepper). 

When we go for ice cream, she gets a double scoop of salted caramel, Reese’s Pieces, S’mores, and whatever else they can put on top. I’m fine with a vanilla cone. 

If I can find a shirt that doesn’t need ironing, I’m ready to go out in minutes. She needs two adjustable lighted mirrors, sprays, spritzes, something called “base,” little fluffy brushes, tweezers, and other implements that I have no idea what they do. I’ll be in the garage if you need me for the next hour. 

She enjoys a glass of wine at ‘Round Midnight or a brew at Frenzy, I’m fine with a fizzy water. 

I enjoy brisk walks in the fall and spring. If it’s below 60 degrees, I’m walking alone. 

She’s all about having a plan and sticking with it. Me? I’ll figure it out as I go along. 

Of course, there are things that we both enjoy: family, concerts, Maui, our work, NYC bagels, and our dogs, in no particular order and by no means complete. Over the years, we’ve learned to accept, enjoy, and even celebrate each other’s differences. Except when I leave a cabinet door open. Apparently that’s very annoying. Somehow, we’ve made it work.