Village Voices - We don't write papers, we build scrapbooks

My first thought when I heard my wife scream upstairs was that the dog had torn up something that was precious in her eyes. But no sooner did I get up out of my chair in the basement than I realized … this was not a scream of anger.

“I can’t believe it! Miracles Happen! Woot! Woot!”

At this point, I figured she got some kind of notice in the mail that she had been waiting on forever, but no sooner did I return to my seat than I realized, her scream of joy came as she walked into the kitchen … there’s no way she could have had time to open a letter and read it.

It was time to...