On Saturday afternoon, I was on the front porch hanging Christmas lights when Garey came outside to vent.
“I can’t even watch it anymore!” he said. (The “it” referred to the Alabama-Georgia SEC playoff game. Alabama was down by two touchdowns. Garey was not happy.)
“Here, hold this,” I said, handing him one end of a two strand string of lights,” it’ll take your mind off of it. I’m trying to figure out where the middle is, so I can begin in the middle of the arch.”