When I close my eyes, you are sitting in front of me; pink button down, gray slacks, one knee bouncing uncontrollably.  You are shaking your head and saying, "I don't know Carl..." in a tone that says, "I can't believe this crap either!"  I put my hand on your knee and you calm, for a second at least, and then we start it all over.  Never anything a trip to the cooler and a spoonful of ice cream couldn't fix.  

Going to need a lot of ice cream...