Uncle Mort, my 96-year-old kin down in the thicket, may have the largest “alibi collection” on the planet. “I’ve banked on alibis to wiggle out of predicaments since Hector was a pup,” he laughed. “The way I figure it, alibis and fibs are first cousins. Liberal dependence on both keeps us off the slippery slope of outright lies.”

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