When someone sends you a tin of cookies tor Christmas, should you notify them when you have run out?
Would “To Kill a Mockingbird” and “Anatomy of a Murder” have been better movies if no witnesses were called to testify?
One of my Christmas presents is a gift certificate to buy a new bicycle helmet. Does anyone look good in a bicycle helmet?
If your wife, against your wishes, buys a phony Christmas tree—a puny thing that a hiccup would knock over—should you ever stop making jokes about it?
If every year you have trouble with a timer for the Christmas lights on your bushes, should you do something about it, say maybe read up on how timers work? I didn’t think so.
Would an intelligent person keep buying new Ping-Pong balls when there must be at least 55 good balls hidden among and behind rugs, shelves, knee braces, window fans, highchairs and who knows what else in your basement?
Does the clutter in your basement say something about your state of mind?
Should you keep seeing doctors who look worse than you do?
Is it normal to think every day “I should get the car washed” but only go have it done two or three times a year?
Should I believe the nearly-daily emails in my spam box that say “Fedex Wants To Hire You”?
Is it normal, nearly 14 years after you retired, to still be yelling during TV and radio newscasts when something dumb, unattributed or opinionated is said by a reporter or anchor?
If someone you respected said The New York Times has a great sports page, should you alert a relative of this person about the chances of early onset dementia?
If you donate your car to a PBS station, do they care if you leave your wife in it?
Enjoy 2020. Let’s hope we have that kind of vision come November.