Sometimes you have to think.
Years ago when I was still in college I had come home for the weekend to see my family. My brother, who was in high school, and I went out for Chinese food. So we are sitting there eating when I notice that someone had painted in pretty big writing some sort of message on the back wall.
I stare intently for a while, but I can’t figure out what it means.
Finally, my brother says, “What are you doing?”
