Today I am packing for a trip to my 40th high school reunion. I am flying up to the Chicago area. This is what I am taking. Ginny thinks I don't have enough with me. She is a girl, so you can understand. The way I figure it, a daily supply of underwear, socks and shirts should do it for me. I don't worry about contingencies like the odd surprise wedding, funeral or even christening. Ginny does, because she is a girl. Now, if she were packing to come on this three day trip, she would have two of the largest suitcases packed with all sorts of stuff. This is because, you guessed it, she is a girl. And I am glad she is.