Because I am apparently the most naive person in the world, I am often the last person in America to find things out.

By “things,” I mean things that everybody already knows.

Usually my good and great friend Lynn is the one to disabuse me of my wide-eyed innocence.

I’m thankful that my friends let me go my merry way most of the time.

And I’m really thankful that Lynn doesn’t laugh too very hysterically when she enlightens me. Most of the time.