I must have been out of my mind going over to Joan’s house for coffee. When the inevitable “I want to show you something, honey” moment came, she went out into the hall and opened up her hall closet. Instantly there came a horrible sound of OBJECTS flying everywhere. I heard Joan cluck her tongue a second and mutter, “Now where did I put…..?” Oh Lord, here we go again, I thought, cursing myself for even agreeing to join her. I sat in Joan’s kitchen waiting as patiently as possible. I finished the first cup of coffee. Finally she came back with her son’s report card, all A’s. I didn’t even ask her what the report card was doing, of all places, in her closet! But I did dare myself to suggest to her that she buy a set of closet organizers—the ones I’d been using for years really worked wonders for me. I gave her what I was pretty sure was the brand name and she absently wrote it down on the first loose piece of paper she could find. She asked me if I wanted another cup of coffee, and I sighed and consented. One thing Joan Johnson is pretty good at is making coffee for her guests.