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  • My husband grew up in Iran, came to the States when he was barely twenty. He'd be the first to admit he wasn't the star pupil in English class back home. It was trial by fire when he emigrated and he learned as he went along, but by the time I met him in Los Angeles in 1970 he was doing pretty good, good enough to convince me to marry him after a whirlwind courtship.

    In my family we used the term "buster" occasionally as in "Not right now, buster, I'm busy" or "Hey, stop right there, buster, you're not going anywhere" or "Listen up, buster!" An endearing term, really. One part irritation to nine parts love.

    So, when my husband and I married I used the word, of course. I guess I just assumed he would catch the meaning.

    That's why I was glad when during one of those big fights newlyweds invariably have after they hit the exit ramp of day to day reality careening off romance road, one of those fights that always contains the phrase "and another thing", pulling out the wrinkled list of grievances, one of those fights that goes on forever and shakes life as you know it, you know the kind... I was glad when it finally came out, after four or five years of marriage:

    "And another thing, quit calling me BASTARD!"


    It took us a while to sort it all out.

    "Oh," he said, when I explained the word.

    Nipped a perfectly good argument right in the bud.

    photo credit; PennStateLive flickr creative commons
    Song is "One for Me" SackJo22,, Attribution Noncommercial Creative Commons License
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