Kind of like when you chop down a tree. You don't just cut off the aprts you can see, but drill holes in the stump and pour gasoline in it to make sure the roots are gone. She says that glass makes me cool, but I have to explain to her that it'sthe fine folks who manufactured my Fedders air conditioner that keep me cool on hot days combined with my Sansabelt ventilated slacks. However, she would not let me wear my suspenders with them, even after I offered to sew the buttons on the slacks myself. Eventually I came to love Sansabelt slacks because they don't ride up when you're driving around in a golf cart or sitting out on the patio for long periods of time playing checkers with one of the Pernice brothers, who all cheat when you're not looking.
People like to tell stories on their web pages.
I'd rather hear somebody tell me a story rather than read about it on the internet. Unless that Charles Kuralt was telling them. He was a master at the storytelling. I got to meet him once when he came through town to interview the people who had the chicken who danced to Elvis songs. He was nice enough.