The pink card by the kitchen sink, addressed to my wife, announced a meeting of the Landscape Committee at 1:00 this coming Wednesday. Note that the card was not addressed to me. Nobody lets me anywhere near the Landscape Committee….or the landscape, for that matter.

The entire summer before I went away to college, my mother made me go to the basement and practice ironing my shirts. This was back in the day when mothers….at least my mother….ironed everything including tee shirts and shorts.

Every man should have a wife who is as easy to please as mine. When I asked her what she wanted for her birthday, she said: “You don’t have to buy me anything. All I want is a day of your time.

From time to time, I have both revealed my true age and tested the outer limits of your memory by talking about the games I once played as a child. But, to my knowledge, I never once mentioned that grand old standby of playgrounds everywhere, “Red Rover.”