Doorlocks are God's good gift to people who live in small houses with prying parents. Also the presence of a stereo . . . I mean, yes, most of the time one is doing something truly productive, like reading or writing or thinking, but as for those other, more personal moments . . . jesus, Mom, frickin' don't BOTHER me right now! Personal space is a sacred thing.

Re ol' Henry Ford . . . dude (sorry, dudette), read my "Why I Love Detroit" post from 29 June. I promise you no fewer than twenty solid minutes of on-the-floor, gut-busting laughter. Refund guaranteed.