“What do you want for Valentine’s Day? “ Wheels asked one year. “Mmmm, I don’t know,” I replied, buried deep in the grocery ad in preparation for a supply run. “Oh my goodness, not roses”. I said, looking at the dozen red roses pictured with an obscene figure following the dollar sign. It was approaching three digits before it even got to the decimal. “Growing conditions for roses were really bad this year and there is a big shortage. I heard prices would be high but – wow! I’d rather have this.” I offhandedly pointed to the picture of a case of tuna. And laughed. Then I promptly left for the grocery store. The following Thursday, Wheels left for the day about 5 am, as usual. I came downstairs a couple of hours later. A largish brown box sat in the middle of the kitchen ... [Read More]