During the first year of marriage, Mrs. Scholar called me at the office one day to report a lizard in the back porch of our rented house next to campus in Claremont.

Well, it was more like this: King, there's a lizard in the porch!!!!! Come home now and get rid of it!!!!! Immediately!!!!!< click]

Never wanting to miss an opportunity to burnish my credentials as a man -- remember, I'm an academic economist, which does no burnishing around women, alas -- I ran down to the house and disposed of it. I don't think it was a lizard, really, just a damned big bug.

I can only imagine how JB Doubtless would have answered.

Didn't he just get married? And has anyone noticed he's blogging more now?