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It's deer hunting season here in flyover country. That means every buck stalker in possession of a Cabela's credit card has slipped into blaze orange wear and donned a camo headlamp. It's a taxidermist's dream and high season at the Buck Knuckle Saloon. "So, what's the meaning of this annual quest for a multi-pointed hat rack?" I asked Madam. She rolled her eyes, as she does when I ask a culturally insensitive question. Then she told me a hunting story that made perfect sense. Madam's fat ...

I was an only child and I really hated it. I knew kids fought with their siblings, and it wasn't all let's play pretend, but there were times when they had someone to play Connect Four with, and that's what I envied. Perfection is only entertaining for so long. Because of this, I swore I would have more than one child, and I do. I have four ranging from eight to 11. So you can imagine how insane it makes me when they whine that there's no one to play with. When I insist they play with eac ...