By Brian Bloom
“There,” my wife said to me, pointing to a vacant spot on the wall she deemed perfect for one of our pictures.
“A little to the left… I mean the right. Up a little, over… over…”
“Which way,” I said my voice rising in frustration. “You’re standing behind me. It’s either left or right, up or down. Over isn’t a direction.”
“Okay, left then,”...