Laura and I went to our new accountant last night for some desperately needed good news about our taxes. His office wall is loaded with bowling trophies and plaques. Two of the plaques commemorated "11 in a Row" achievements. The scorecards were reproduced. The one I could read had a spare in the first frame followed by 11 strikes, for a score of 290. (The only other way 11 strikes in a row could have been scored would be 11 strikes followed by nine or fewer pins in the third ball of the 10th frame, which also would have given him a higher score than 290—assuming, of course, that he didn't gutter the ball. But I digress.)

It may be completely irrational, but this helped me feel that our taxes were in good hands.