On a chilly winter evening, Ben and his wife were snuggled together on the floor watching television. During a commercial break, he reached over and gave his wife’s foot a gentle squeeze.
“Mmmmm,” his wife said. “That’s so sweet.”
“Actually,” Ben admitted, “I thought that was the remote.”
Back at my high school for my tenth reunion, I met my old coach, Mr. Benson. Walking through the gym, we came upon a plaque on which I was still listed as the record holder for the longest softball throw.
Noticing my surprise, Coach Benson said, “That record will stand forever.”
I was about to make some modest disclaimer that records exist to be broken, when he added, “We stopped holding that event years ago.”
