“I didn’t do it because my feet itch.” That’s how my uncle Donald used to tell us he had a logical reason for doing something. The exchange usually began with my aunt Ernestine saying, “Well Donald why did you do that?” And he’d respond that he didn’t do it because his feet itched. It stuck. My cousins and I say it to each other. And I’ve even found myself in the middle of a work meeting responding that I didn’t do a thing because my feet itched. Try explaining that t[...]