Torch, Summer 1987

I WHAT WIVES WISH THEIR HUSBANDS KNEWABOUT HAVING f/dN- 10 by Ernestine Faulkner (Pat Dixon) Dear Mildred, Well, another weekend has bit the dust, Mildred, and my ''couch potato'' husband had his usual level of fun. Fred lay cheer– ing his Tampa Bay Buccaneers on to another defeat. His fun and recreation even surpassed mine by a small hurrah. I actually sorted the wash and found a mate to every sock. I don't know what I'm going to do. We never do anything excit– mg--never have fun any more. I wish someone would write a book on What Wives Wish Their Husbands Knew About Having Fun. Of course, I should have known better, Mildred. Our three year dating-fun quotient wasn't too high either. That' s if you don 't count his playing " Moon Over Miami '' on his bass clarinet on my front porch every Saturday night.