One night after dinner Michelle and I were walking along Brooklyn Bridge Park. She turned to me and after a giggle said, “Lou, am I your muse?”

Now if I were a painter or a sculptor you’d want to be my muse. But I’m a comedian. You don’t want to be a comedian’s muse.

That reasoning hadn’t crossed my mind at the time. In fact, I was quick to respond, “No, you’re not my muse.”

“I’m not?” she said.

“No. You’re my rock.”

Today Michelle and I are celebrating our three-year wedding anniversary. I credit Michelle for making me a husband, a father, and a man.

Muses are easy to come by. But rocks are rare. When you find yours, well, you’ll know what I mean.

Love you, Meesh. And thank you. 🙏