Always fun shopping with your spouse. Mine likes to make fun of my forgetfulness. So after I bought her green tea, she says, "where's the list?" I looked I had put it on the shelf where the tea was stocked. A few minutes later, I'm asking what kind of food to get the grand-dog. "What's on the list?" "I don't know?" as I dug through my stuff. "I don't have it?" I look over as she digs the list out of her bag. "Oh, that list." A few minutes later, she's asking me if I could get chili for Joey. "It's on the prepared aisle." "I couldn't find it." "I'm surprised." I walk to the aisle and pick up two cans of Hormel.

Hands free phones have disrupted the pattern of life by making it difficult to detect the crazy people. We have to make more noise to stand out. ... There's a new set of wedding vows making the rounds that is appropriate for the modern era. It ends with "You must accept terms and conditions." ... A coffee store at Newark Airport offers something labeled a "Taste of Fall." I ordered it and got a cup of cider with one red and one brown maple leaf floating in it.

A restaurant in my hotel in Alexandria, Va., offers something called Amish chicken, which refers to how it's dressed—white shirt, black pants and jacket and a panama hat. I was more baffled by the cast iron cod. Sounds tough on the teeth. ... Many of the sessions at Thomson Reuters' Synergy conference are on the same floor as those of the Society for Inmmunotherapy of Cancer. Several member of the SITC mistakenly sat in tax classes and had to be treated for second- and third-degree boredom.