Love is wasted on young people! You gotta live before you understand what love’s all about. It’s not just hot steamy sex. It’s falling asleep after making love, waking up and laying in bed for hours, just holding each other as the morning slips away. Nobody in their twenties has that kind of patience. But loving has a price…
When it comes to emotional baggage,we all carry our share. The trick is to find that one special partner in life to help with the load. Together the weight of our past is much easier to bear. By the time we graduate from high school, a brown paper lunch bag holds the pain of our broken hearts. Just out of college, we graduate to a backpack to carry the added weight of our regrets and mistakes. By our late twenties, we have filled up an expandable briefcase bursting at the seams.
Now in his mid-fifties, Bill Holt is hunched over from lugging an overnight bag with a reinforced strap and duct tape patches. When his wife returned from her Italian vacation with the girls, she had a “souvenir” on her arm. A victim of his wife’s mid-life crisis, Bill finds himself graying at the temples and alone with nothing to show for except the love of his sons and a moderately successful construction company.
Slowly coming out of his shell, Bill realizes that women of his age carry a lot of baggage as well. Luckily fate presents him with, the love of his life. But everything has a price and she is dragging a steamer trunk packed full of the past, the weight of which hinders any chance of happiness for the two of them. What at first appears to be overwhelming joy, he soon finds must be paid for with incapacitating heartache.
Realizing that self-pity will only destroy him, he forces himself to be strong, to be happy. To cope, Bill immerses himself in work, his boys, and new found hobbies. While waiting for his absent love to find herself, Bill Holt lives and learns to let go of his own baggage.
Mrs. SoAndSo is set in the rolling hills of the Finger Lakes wine region in beautiful Central New York. Here the four seasons are like the different stages of our lives; all are beautiful when you put them into perspective.
