Dear Binda,

You make jogging look so easy. Of course you’ve been doing it all your life. That’s how you met your husband, isn it? At some running conference, or something. Yes, I recall: Right before your Chicago Marathon, back in the 90s.

I’m one of those people who says they’d like to start jogging. I did jog to a lamp post once. You know the one, at the corner of 97th and Amerstdam Avenue. The one with the perpetual caution tape festooned from the fire hydrant to that strange store front that never seems to amount to anything.

So back to your husband. What I want to know is: Why is that some men, like your husband, go on playing Laertes in Hamlet for decades when it’s time to move on? Oh, it isn’t that I don’t think he’s a great actor. He is, but I mean he’s been at that role for almost 40 years now.  The man is turning 53 next year! Didn’t we both see his very first crack before puberty. Yes, when he was cherub faced and sounded like a girl.  Even then I  always thought of him as more of a Polonius.

No offense.

And now, given his age, I think he should go for it. That’s my thought on his career. I’m only saying this because I refuse to go to his next performance.

I know, I know: none of what I’m saying has anything to do with your husband. So sue me.