The fifteen minutes of romance that forced me to join a road trip
Last week, my wife rolled towards me in bed and reached for my hand. After 20+ years of marriage, I knew this was a dangerous move. As a weapon, her hand ranks just below Schwarzenegger’s AMT Hardballer in Terminator, and well above whatever Sylvester Stallone was waving around in Rambo. I closed my eyes and … Read more