I was driving home from work the other day when it occurred to me that, despite being college-educated and reasonably intelligent, I have no idea how my car works. I know the gas goes in, because I do that part. But after that it gets fuzzy. When the mechanic’s telling me what’s wrong with the car, I just stand there with arms folded and brow furrowed, nodding gravely as though I understand what he’s saying. Really, I’m just listening... More >>>