Surgeon and Eagle Scout

After almost losing our tree off the top of the car last year, Steve informed me that last year was a fluke and that we would have no problems this year. Upon questioning him further, he told me that he was an "eagle scout and surgeon" so he "understood knots." In fact, he told me that he was the "master of knots." I must admit as we were driving home that I kind of hoped the tree fell off, but no, even though Steve was gunning it around corners to prove a point, the tree remained sturdly on top. When I told this story to my Mom, she reminded me that we often all had to put our arms outside of our van to hold our tree on top. Suddenly, I had a vivid recollection of a freezing hand and sore arm muscles. So I suppose I am glad that I'm married to the master of knots. I will definitely try to make sure that his talents are not wasted. I'm sure there are plenty of things his master knot tying skills could fix.