Natasha and I go back a long way. When I married my Hoosier sweetheart she was already the owner of a 1930 Ford Model A Deluxe Coupe that had been discovered by her father as a disassembled barn find. She drove it as her high school ride and named it Boris. I named it trouble. I maintained and restored that beast for more than twenty years before I purchased Natasha. Now, when I remember my wife calling for me to get out from under Natasha, I call to mind she is instructing me to wash my hands. I do not think she means for me to phone my divorce lawyer.
