Growing up, we only had one television in our house. My parents believed that nothing good could come from allowing my three siblings and me separate TVs (or a separate children’s phone line, but that’s a woe for another day).
Most of us have probably received what’s known as “the dreaded phone call.” For some reason, these calls usually come in the middle of the night, and they always bring bad news.
While out to dinner with friends, the waiter comes over to your table and asks if you’d like a bottle of wine to accompany your meal. After being presented with a menu the size of a history textbook, you are overwhelmed.
