An ‘F’ is a very “Nobel” grade

My daughter burst through the front door, dropped her backpack, grabbed a handful of potato chips and flopped on the couch. A typical after-school entrance. I tepidly approached. “Any homework tonight?” “Mmmmm.” A typical after-school response. “Are you still carrying an ‘A’ in physics?” “Unfortunately, yes.” “Unfortunately?” “Don’t get used to it Dad. By Christmas…

Coping with the ravages of SNOT

  I dialed the number with my free hand. Unfortunately, the call didn’t kick to voicemail. “Hello?” “Hello, boss. It’s Greg Schwem. I can’t come in to work today.” “What’s the problem this time, Schwem?” “I have SNOT.” “We have Kleenex in the office. I’ll put a box on your desk. See you at 8.” “No,…