Dank, Easter, and Love: My mother is turning 90 in July. I called to talk to her today, and she said she doesn’t want a party; she instead, said she wants... (wait for it...) “...for you to find a red convertible and take me out riding.” “But what about your hair!?” “I don’t care.” “Okay!  So red ‘64 Mustang or purple ‘70 Cuda??” (She chose purple.) “I like that even more!” Holy moly. You can’t write this stuff.  Love you, Mom and Happy Easter!