I know several people who claim they should have had their head X-rayed before ever stumbling into an international marriage. It's a statement I can never make.

For I did have my head X-rayed. In fact, my wife-to-be and future mother-in-law insisted upon it . . . as a marriage prerequisite.

And I put up no fuss whatsoever. After all, a pretty girl had just agreed to marry me with but one teensy qualification: "First go X-ray your head."