After 54 years of writing, you would think I could place a comma properly: think again. While my ear for proper language is strong, proper written grammar eludes me. My sister, Bessie, an assassin of a copy editor, has graciously been my lifetime editor. About how I use commas she once told me, “You haven’t got a clue.” My wife, Nancy, lectures me about prepositions. At least I’m a killer speller, and even if an occasional typo sneaks by, it’s not because I don’t know the difference.