Mrs Chief and I will be celebrating our 40th wedding anniversary this winter. It's been a good run, but Mrs Chief has been feeling, neglected. So neglected, I reluctantly agreed to go with her to a marriage therapist. We sat down at our first appointment, and after a period of introductions and a little uneasiness, Mrs Chief suddenly let loose. "No communication, lack of passion, lack of intimacy, blah blah blah." She went on for a good 15 minutes. When she finally paused for breath, the therapist got up from behind his desk, walked over to Mrs Chief, took her by both hands and raised her to her feet, and kissed her long and hard, right on the mouth. He then looked at me, and told me, "This is what your wife needs, sir. At least five days a week. Do you think you can make that happen?" "Well," I replied, "I dunno. I mean, I can drop her off here Tuesdays and Thursdays, but I play golf Monday and Wednesdays, and Friday mornings I bowl."