Three years ago, after my divorce, I found myself in the position of having to buy condoms, something I hadn't had to do for better than twenty years.

Three years ago, after my divorce, I found myself in the position of having to buy condoms, something I hadn't had to do for better than twenty years. The selection was overwhelming, and I asked the pharmacy clerk for some help. He extoled the virtues of latex, ribbed, lubricated, colored, glow in the dark (assuming you can't find it any other way), Magnum size (no laughing), and more. At last, as he was running out of breath, I asked which condom he recommended. He replied The condom made of lamb's intestine has a more natural feel. I said Not to us city boys.