My husband is seven years older than me, and the older we get the less the age gap seems to matter – just as the longer I live here the more I understand his many and sometimes colourful American cultural references. However, there are certain conversation topics that always remind me of these differences. For example, I was not born when President Kennedy was assassinated, but as a 4-year-old, my husband remembers his mom crying as she watched the TV news.
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An English Rose in Georgia
