Dave Barry, the Miami columnist, and some of his friends came up with this holiday. it happens to be the day I lost my late wife back in 2000, which might seem kind of cruel, but she was a big Dave Barry fan and had a lightning fast wit and a wry sense of humor, and would think the coincidence entirely droll. This day always reminds me of all of the funny and unexpected things she said. I always said she was a NASCAR qualified driver, and she never got honked at or gestured at; though she wore glasses, her peripheral vision was incredible. She knew where everyone else was. I saw some really hot drivers get out of the passenger seat with white knuckles.