My husband! For twenty-six years, never late for work, never takes a vacation, never calls in sick. Then one day he oversleeps.

He gets dressed, looks in the mirror, shakes his head and packs his suitcase. That's when I realize something is wrong.

As he's leaving out the door he says to me, "I think I'll go to Idaho and become a farmer. I'll send you a bag of potatoes when I'm settled."

Every time I go to the store and see Idaho potatoes I think to myself, "Maybe things would have turned out different if only once in a while he took a vacation."