On a particularly nice day a while back (before Stout) Kathy drove Danny to church for a retreat with the Wrangler’s top down. She brought Clyde along for the ride. When Danny got out, Clyde moved up to the passenger seat. Still in the Wrangler, Kathy saw a friend, and they talked a while in the parking lot. The friend then said, “I can see you are having a mid-life crisis.”

“How is that?” asked Kathy.

“You are riding around in a convertible with a blonde.”