A Gorey Ending

Hold on to your handbags, ladies---Al Gore is available.

High school sweethearts Al and Tipper Gore are calling it quits, it appears---just a couple weeks past their 40th wedding anniversary.

Al is 62, and so will Tipper be this August. I guess they're ready to get back into the dating scene.

The separation---no divorce plans as of yet---was announced the other day via a simple, forthright, drama-free statement that indicated no infidelity; it was simply a matter of growing apart.

Those with knowledge of the Gores say that no extra-marital affair was involved here. Just two people who have fallen out of love; at least, the kind of love that causes married folks to live together.

Forty years married. That's nothing to sneeze at.


Al Gore lays the famous smooch on his wife Tipper at the 2000 Democratic National Convention


Al Gore, ever since running for president in 2000, has put himself more squarely in the limelight. He's also produced some documentaries and is a pretty busy public speaker.

So it's understandable, I suppose, that maybe Tipper tired of the pace and was perhaps ready to slow it down, while her husband has begun to enjoy an almost second career as a media and celebrity hag.

Who knows?

This isn't quite Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward parting ways in their heyday, but as far as political couples go, the Gores seemed destined to be an eternal pairing.

If Democrat James Carville and staunch Republican Mary Matalin can stay together, then why not the Gores?

I'm sure the stories will start to materialize within months or weeks. Some of them might even have a droplet of truth in them.

Tipper Gore has confessed to having had bouts of depression after son Al Gore III was hit by a car as a young child. Whether those demons returned and led to this separation, only the Gores know.

The separation was announced via e-mail. What times we live in.

"I fell in love with my wife the day I laid eyes on her at my senior prom," Al Gore said several years ago.

Not all fairy tales have happy endings. Apparently.

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