I wrote this lengthy poetic diatribe and I hadn't even gotten to the point, which was that my daughter started bawling in the car, four miles from home last weekend because she was holding the garage door remote and pushed the button. She thought I'd be mad at her for opening the door and she panicked. I just told her to push it again to close the door. I've learned the hard lesson of saving articles in progress. Poetic diatribe to follow ...