Wayne had champagne on ice to celebrate our anniversary when I returned from the Winston/Salem book fair on Saturday.  He's generally not a romantic kind of guy but he surprised me.  You have to remember this is the man who proudly presented me with a portable urinal for Valentine's Day one year.  (It was for me to use in the airplane he planned to build in our basement.)  Another time it was a pocket knife, which TSA quickly confiscated from me shortly thereafter.  But champagne?  My friends this is quite an improvement and evidence that a man can be properly trained–just remember it takes forty-five years or longer.