Kim Knox Beckius will be on the wrong side of the marital "who owes who" equation for a very long time after what she did today.
Of course, my friends immediately wanted juicy details of my transgression. For the first time in my 13-year career as a travel writer, I had to call my husband to come and rescue me. No, I didn't crash my car or run out of gas. No, my wallet wasn't stolen. No, I hadn't fallen deathly ill.
If only I hadn't thought going to a Vermont auction barn would make a great story! If only I hadn't raised my number one too many times. If only I hadn't envisioned the chest of drawers held aloft in front of the crowd at Townshend Auction Gallery fitting easily inside my mid-sized sedan.
