Last year on July 15th, my wife and I were celebrating our 8th year of marriage. We were traveling up the coast of California, staying in a cabin in Big Sur and taking on all of life’s adventures one scary curve at a time on Highway 1. I insisted that I drive due to my severe bouts with motion sickness, and there were times when I was absolutely TERRIFIED going around those corners with little to no shoulder and no barricades. The joke of the week was, “One seizure away from certain death”. Yes, probably in poor taste and I apologize to anyone in advance for the insensitivity, but when confronted with a less than desirable situation all judgment goes out the window like yesterday’s gum.