This weekend I discovered that I have a lot in common with Tony Soprano.
I bet I know what you're thinking: "What could a New Jersey mob boss and everyone's favorite foul-mouthed interlibrary loan specialist possibly have in common?"
The answer is simple for anyone who's seen me at my goofiest. Wading out into a swimming pool in my bathrobe to talk to ducks ("You like that ramp I built you? If you don't I'll build you another one") is exactly something I would do.