My Wife, the Mistress, and Me
Nov 1 · 17 min read

It was a typical day in paradise. I was squatting on the cement floor of a windowless laundry room in 100-degree heat, surrounded by the disassembled motor of a broken washing machine. Welcome to my own personal version of Margaritaville.
It wasn’t quite the vision I had when leaving the rat race behind to head south of the border with my wife, Cheri. Inspired by middle-aged madness and Jimmy Buffett songs, I…

