My parents were married in Minnesota, a state where long cold winters bring ice to the lakes and ponds and the fast-paced sport of hockey is popular.
Shortly after my folks were married, a neighbor approached my mother.
“Is everything all right with you and John?”, she asked my mother Ann.
“Yes. Why?”, my mother replied, puzzled.
“Well, I hear him yelling.” The neighhbor looked concerned.
My mother replied, “Ohhhhhhhh. No. He’s yelling at the hockey games!”