Within a couple of days of my wife moving in with me, my poser-size picture of Al Capone somehow migrated to the garage and my picture of ex-Miss USA Laura Martinez Herring mysteriously vanished. Several years later, my Budweiser Tejano Girls calendar (virtually impossible to get, even in South Texas) also mysteriously vanished. In all three of these incidents, my wife had been seen in the vicinity of the victims, giving each the evil eye. I've always been suspicious that she was somehow involved. ...