By Steve Carr

My wife and I have an understanding. The last one out of bed makes the bed. Now, if you were to suggest that I leap from bed each morning the instant I feel my wife stir, I’d deny it. But I haven’t made the bed in a good many years.

Interestingly, by the time I step from the shower, I can bounce a quarter off the smooth bedspread into my pressed shirt pocket. I remember to kiss my bride goodbye as she hurries to work at the museum.