Tom Luddecke lives in a small city near the center of Connecticut, just far enough from Boston and New York City to be considered insignificant. When he ran with the stampeding herd of the employed, he taught science to young, inattentive minds. Being retired, his mind is now free to run around and bump into things. He has been writing humor for what seems like ages now, but mostly for friends and a few enemies. His pieces haunt the pages of several magazines, newspapers, and his family's nightmares. One of his proudest accomplishments is that as a kid he once played with a piece of string for...