CALL FROM DEB WILCOX

As Tony and I are driving along I-94 in Minneapolis on our way back to the motel from the Mall of America, my cell phone rings.

It's Deb!

She apparently heard a song on the radio that reminded her of high school and being old, so she calls me!!! Deb only has a few days left of nursing school and then she will graduate and take state boards. She's having a gigantic party in July to celebrate her hard work. What fun it would be to crash that party!

Deb works in a prison. Can't you just see her NOT taking crap from those inmates? Inmate: "Really, Mrs. Ludwig, I didn't do it."

Deb: "Yea, yea, yea, blah, blah, blah. Now bend over."

Congratulations, Deb! You've earned it!