This is a lighthouse. Your call.

Adam and I are sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast, each with our own laptop, checking to see what happened in the world while we slept.

I say, suddenly, “Holy cow, a French and a British submarine collided with each other!”

He says, “Yeah, saw that last night.”

I say, “How the hell does that kind of thing happen?”

Adam shrugs.  “Submarines don’t have windows.”