One summer I traveled to Italy with my husband’s business school and set out on a side trip to Venice. My companion was another wife amusing herself while her spouse was in class. As I sat in the back seat of a student’s rental car next to Barb, she revealed why all the other wives had gone off without us.
“Slow down!” said Barb every few minutes, even though the young driver was motoring in the right lane, letting cars pass.… Read more