My 20-year-old daughter Kennedy now has a big diamond ring on her finger, courtesy of the boy I call the Romeo of the Pampas, the Legendary Latin Lothario, Martin Nestares. (His name is pronounced “mar-TEEN,” although I refuse to do that Spanish thing where his last name is rendered “Nestarrrrrrres.”)
Honestly, he’s a good kid, even if he is planning to go to law school. He’s a Christian boy. Both his grandfathers are ministers. And he is muy respectful. In fact, it was our old-fashioned values — almost as much as our daughter’s lovely red hair and vivacious personality — that made Kennedy so attractive to this chivalrous tango-dancing caballero.
Let me tell you,, politicians, fads, and movements come and go, economics rise and fall, but when it comes down to it a happily married daughter and a house full of grandchildren that you can help pass your wisdom to in your old age while slipping them a few bucks for ice cream. What are the worst political or personal attacks next to that?
Robert Stacy McCain is a lucky and blessed man. My heartfelt congratulations to him and all his family.


