Old Mr. Gluck had finally moved into the suburbs. On a trip to New York, he met a friend who bombarded him with questions. "How do you like it ? Living in the country, so far from everyone!" "At first I had some problems," said Gluck, "I thought I never would be able to stand it! Then I listened to my neighbors and got a paramour. From then on, everything has been fine!". "A paramour! You ? Gluck, how could you do such a terrible thing? What does your wife think ?" "My wife?", frowned Gluck. "Why should she care how I mow the grass ?" -- From: "The Joys of Yiddish" -- Leo Rosten Washington Square Press, 1968
(From the "Rest" of RHF)