I weep at a sad story and about men and women overcoming great hardship, like McCain's POW story or the Bible story of the poor old lady who gives her last penny to the church. l also cry at the Bible story of the Good Samaritan. My wife, on the other hand, doesn't weep. Sid Simons says that people who don't cry at least once a month are on their way to becoming insane, and my wife has probably built up several centuries of insanity. She didn't cry when she lost her leg in a car accident. She didn't cry when her mom died. She didn't cry when our son was in a motorcycle accident and spent three months in the hospital recovering from a head injury. She cried when Obama won. What the heck is that all about? I cried, too, come to think about it.