My husband is a simple man. This comes as a surprise to folks because of the high-profile family from which he comes and the job which he does. If it weren’t for me, he’d never spend a dime on himself. Except, of course, for all the soap and toothpaste he uses. I buy clothes he claims he doesn’t need and after a wintery outside funeral, I promptly came home and ordered him a dressy overcoat. Coming from California, he probably hasn’t had one in 40 years, if ever.