Short of killing puppies, nothing offends or shocks Randy more than my taking a tiny nibble of a berry (or apple slice or watermelon) and plopping it in my chardonnay, champagne, or gasp, burgundy.

Where I turn into a cranky four year-old in supermarkets, Randy loves to leisurely meander up and down every inch of the store. I

I looked at Randy and a strange idea dawned. “Do you think we can have a meal without any smart phone usage?”