As pastor of a small country church, husband to the Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, father to three, grandfather to nine, and great-grandfather to one, I take great delight in finding the funny side of any situation. My wife doesn’t always delight in my sense of humor, however. (I think she doesn’t understand it, but I won’t say that aloud.) Then again, we have enjoyed more than forty-five years of wedded bliss, so she has obviously found a way to abide my idea of comedy. “For a long time I was under the impression that my wife was giving me compliments. It takes a husband a long time to understand his wife, and by the time he understands her, she has morphed into the next level of womanhood. The man who thinks he knows his wife needs a psychiatrist, preferably a woman psychiatrist.”