I don’t like to see anyone lose a good thing. I met a guy named John about seven years ago. Five nights a week, he drove the bus that took me home. He had the gift of a family. He and his wife were raising their little girl. John had three different cell phones. His wife only knew about one of them. She had forgiven him for a previous affair on the condition that it would be his last one. I enjoyed talking with John and he seemed like a good guy. I hoped that he would see the error of his ways before it was too late. I don’t know if he was ever able to because I lost contact with him. I often think of him when I listen to Barbara Lynn’s You’ll Lose A Good Thing (1962). I hope that he realized that having three cell phones is not worth the terrible price that he could end up having to pay.