I began immediately kidding my brother-in-law when I saw the shirt he was wearing the summer morning we were all heading to Holiday World in Santa Claus, Indiana with our families: WOMEN WANT ME, FISH FEAR ME. It was a cartoonish bass and buxom women. Too happy buxom women. “Are you really wearing THAT?” “Yeah, it’s my new T-shirt.” “I can’t believe you are wearing THAT!” “What? You don’t like it? What’s wrong with it?” He grinned. I didn’t think that question deserved an answer. It was obvious! And he seemed pretty proud of that stupid shirt, not embarrassed to have it draped over his chest in public. I was…