To enter our closed community, one needs to punch a few numbers on a keypad. When my son was visiting, he asked for the code. “It’s the year Columbus discovered America,” I told him.
A few minutes later, my son, who, I should state, is the CEO of a thriving corporation, called to say, “Dad, the gate won’t open, even though I keep pressing 1776.”
—C. J. MULER Clovis, California
Nothing says you’re nearing 40 more than sending a text after a night out that reads “Oh, here’s that soup recipe I was talking about.”
@ALISONLEIBY
It is a truism: Ukulele players garner little respect. Once, at a bluegrass festival, I was invited onstage to jam with the band. The lead guitarist took one look at my uke and said,…
