by Kelly Vandever 

“You know what it’s like don’t you?”

My husband, Rich, was posing the question. And as sometimes happens when I don’t know where he’s going with something, I gave him back a blank stare.

“It’s like what you do when you enter a contest. What did you do last week, when we were at the motorcycle show and you filled out that form to win that drawing for a new Harley?”

“I crumple up the ticket.”

“Why do you crumple up the ticket?”

“To make it easier to grasp when …