Why do books on tape make time fly when you’re driving hours from one place to another?
Why do Wisconsin drivers gravitate to the left lane no matter how fast they’re going?
Why do 17-year-old boys (young men?) and fast cars seem to attract each other?
Why does bacon and blue cheese taste so good together?
Why does red wine make Friday nights, already fabulous, so much better?
Why does “opening of fishing” and “we’re going campin'” invite Mother Nature to say, “I think now’s a good time for a soaking rain”?
I don’t know. Life is mysterious.