Wayne is in Arizona this week taking a safety driving class . . . one taught by NASCAR drivers.  I don’t know that much about NASCAR, but it seems to me these drivers travel at extremely dangerous speeds.  My dear husband convinced me that because he often drives me between tour cities that this course would be in our best interest.  I’m not entirely sure of the logic in this.  I am  convinced he proposed the idea while I was counting stitches on my knitting needle, or I was otherwise  preoccupied.  At any rate, if I arrive at a signing wearing a crash helmet and dressed in fire retardant gear, you’ll know why!