Most of my ideas come from everyday life. This gets dicey. A few years ago, I wrote a column about accepting, against my will because I was late for a plane and didn’t have time to pack them properly, fresh-picked raspberries from my mom. When I opened my luggage, I found a scene that looked like something out of a Scorsese film. “See,” she said the last time I saw her. “I didn’t bring raspberries.” One could say I cut off my nose to spite my raspberry pie.

My wife reminds me every now and then that I called her a “buzz kill” in a column, although I assure her that everybody knew I was joking and that for her not to realize it means that she really is a buzz kill. Men, take note: Logic just doesn’t work with women. That study was right, they are more emotional.

My son decried a column that, well, it’s probably best if I don’t go into it.

Suffice it to say, everybody, from my editor to my family and friends, loves being in my columns.

Like me, they are doubtless looking forward to another 10 years.