Bill's Musings

Last weekend I went grocery shopping with my youngest son, Mackie. We do that occasionally because we like to do things together. I will do some things with him, others with Alex. Father-son bonding time is always special. This time, however, we had more than the usual fun and excitement. In fact, it was almost a scavenger hunt. Not because we couldn’t find things in the store. The reason, sadly, is because my wife Anne hand-wrote the grocery list instead of printing it off the computer.

We need to go back to the beginning of my wife and I’s relationship for me to properly explain our dilemma. Anne is one of the smartest people I know. I’m not just saying that. She’s MENSA smart. When we met, aside from the fabulous red hair, her intelligence was one of the main attractions for me. There’s also the fact that she was…