When I was a baby, my parents went to church with a group of folks who also attended the local University. There was one couple we would run into from time to time as the years rolled on. The husband was a very handsome man who was made even more handsome by his mild and kind demeanor. His wife was okay-looking, although very bright, intellectual, and kinda feminist and edgy. By no means was she a bombshell. Her hair was clean but unkept, her clothes mediocre, and she wore no makeup to brighten her dark, sunken eyelids. She was blind. Her husband was (and still is) crazy about her. He…