I don't like spiders and snakes And that ain't what it takes to love me Like I want to be loved by you Remember that funny song by Jim Stafford back in the 70s? Yeah, me too. And for me it really meant something because I remembered how, as a kid, I hated spiders and snakes. I recall one time my friend Jeff's Dad took us with him in his Volkswagen Bug to collect rocks for his garden. We drove out into the country, parked the car and wandered into the woods. It was a gorgeous, sunny day, muted by the shade from the foliage of tall trees. It was a warm day and the cicadas serenaded us with their wild whine. It was quit idyllic, actually, save for Jeff's sister Juanita. I mean after all she was a girl and her presence put a damper on what otherwise might have been a guy's adventure. Anyway we all wandered off through the woods in different directions looking for just the right size rocks, covered in just the right amount of moss for Jeff's...