I pity the young woman who will attempt to insinuate herself between my mama's boy and me. I sympathize with the monumental nature of her task. It will take a crowbar two bulldozers and half a dozen Molotov cocktails to pry my Oedipus and me loose from one another.

My dad never blew anything up but he probably had friends who did. He and my mom have always preached that the pen is mightier than a Molotov cocktail.