Tonight, as we often do, my family went out to dinner. In this case "family" means my wife, her brother, her mother, my two sons, a daughter-in-law, and an almost 3 month old grandson. I was watching the father of my grandson holding on to Cal, and I had to touch my son. It was to realize that he was once that small, that he couldn't even hold his head up by himself, that his diaper needed to be changed often, and all of those things that a child of less than one year has done for him. ...

It's not that I think I would win money on Jeopardy or Who Wants to Be a Batchelor Big Brother. I do, however, know a lot of strange, possibly true events. For instance, I know that Richard Blaine is a real person, but he has never owned a bar in Morocco. I think he's been to Morocco, Indiana, but never to Africa. When I talk to him on the telephone, he sounds nothing like Humphrey Bogart, and he has never actually said "Play it Again, Sam". Of course, neither did the other Richard Blaine. An...