I exited I-275 North in St. Petersburg, and picked up Gandy Boulevard heading to Tampa. It was early on a beautiful Florida Spring Saturday morning, and Leslie and I were heading to South Tampa to look at a sailboat that had been advertised for sale. Classic rock boomed from the speakers in my Jeep Wrangler and the warm air wafted through the open windows of the soft top. Les rhythmically tapped her left hand on my right...