My brother, Ken, is a cross-country trucker.  In those days he made a run to the Bay Area once in a while and, if he had time, he would stop by the house for a short visit.  This particular time, he stopped by about dinnertime and had to leave early the next morning.  We went out to a restaurant to eat.  It was quite late by the time we got there so we had to do all our talking during the meal.  Ken has quite a way with a story – on this night he was in particularly good form.  One story after another and each one better than the one before.  Just before we left the restaurant, Ken had to go to the bathroom.  While he was gone, Kevin turned to me and said “Uncle Ken sure leads an interesting life, doesn’t he?”