Over the course of our thirty year marriage, Wingman had some eccentricities that we would continually argue over. For example, when the boys were babies, I couldn't hang pictures over their cribs, or later beds, because he was convinced that if/when we had an earthquake, the pictures would fall off the wall and kill them. 3000 miles from southern California, and every time they had a quake, he's say "You see? I told you so. It could happen here too." Really, there's no arguing with logic like that.