I remember the first couple of weeks. I find myself now almost writing that it was like starting a new job but I kick myself--it is a new job. It is an unbelievably tiring job--like watching all the New Year's Day bowl games five times a week. My wife Margie went to work as a Social Worker at United Cerebral Palsy, coincidentally replacing another mother of twins. She suffered from many know-it-alls asking her,"How could you leave two eight month old babies?" She learned to appreciate the shocked look on the inquisitors face when she told them that she was home three years and that Brigid, Matt, and Tom were with a parent: their father. We live in Brooklyn, not in the sophisticated upscale section, and she works in Brooklyn, so some (not many) of the people we met thought our arrangement was weird. I often wonder if Dan Quayle would approve of us.