My hubby Mark's brother, Paul, came over to borrow a tool for fixing a valve. Mark was in St. Louis. They always shared tools. Paul knew where to look when Mark wasn't around. When I answered the door, he disappeared downstairs and emerged with an L-shaped rod. Feeling lonely, I offered him a beer. We took two to the living room and chatted for an hour. I wasn't the only lonely one. Paul's Sharon was in England. I grabbed...