I am truly my mother’s son, essentially incapable of answering a question with anything but a narrative.  I believe strangers at parties find this engaging, but my friends consider themselves long-suffering: ‘too many notes’.

My partner [now husband] of 40 years christened me ‘Domani Dave’.

I say procrastination is the sincerest form of optimism, so please pardon me for invoking the high priestess of domani, Scarlett O’Hara:

“Tomorrow is another day!”

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