Wise Guy

I was trying to recall my childhood home the other day. I could picture it in my mind, right down to the privet hedge in front of the brownstone, but for the life of me, I couldn't remember the street, so I called my mother and asked her where it was.

"We lived on Dearborn street," she said. "Dearborn and Superior."

It's been a while since we were in Chicago, and I told Greg I just couldn't remember any apartment buildings in that area.

He says: "My dear, entire nations have risen and fallen since you lived on that street."

(Please stand by for the explosion.)

(Ah...there it is.)

He should be able to see out of his right eye by Saturday.

Moral of the story: Never remind your wife that she is older than some world nations.