Wednesday morning, Terri and I finished packing and were getting dressed to go to the airport and head to Las Vegas. I told Terri I was going to wear shorts during the day because it gets rather warm in Vegas in the summer. She said, “Shorts are fine during the day but you will dress nicer when we go out at night.” Terri had always been the fashion police in our family; she often accused me of being colorblind. When she h...