Forgive me if this note gets too personal. About 12 years ago, my then-girlfriend (now wife) Donna and I were traveling the Garden State Parkway to pursue some R&R down the Jersey Shore. Ninety minutes into our trip, we pulled off at the Frank S. Farley travel plaza to load up on provisions and to hit the restroom. I remember it quite vividly.
I'm blushing as I write this, but that trip to the restroom had a profound effect on me. In the base of the urinal, a spinning target had replaced the standard soap cake
