Not Super, Just Good Enough...

I had a pretty good weekend, or at least it seemed to be. Mostly, it wasn’t long enough. But that’s just the way it goes, of course. What was really great was when my wife made me oatmeal scotchies.

I didn’t realize when I wrote my column a couple of weeks ago that my wife would actually read it and then decide that she would make those cookies for me. Does that make my column a subliminal message? I won’t test my luck for fear that the results won’t be nearly as fantastic as the cookies are.

If the oatmeal scotchies weren’t enough, she made me a gooseberry pie on Sunday. Since she doesn’t lik...