Three elderly ladies, recently transplanted from the Northeast to a Florida retirement community, were getting acquainted at poolside. Inevitably, their conversation turned to children. “My son is the most successful doctor on Park Avenue,” said one. The second said, “My son is the most successful lawyer on Wall Street.” The third lady remained conspicuously silent. Sensing easier game, the first matron inquired, “And you, dear; do you have a son?” The second added, “And is he a professional?” She answered, “Not exactly. Actually, he’s a plumber. And he’s gay.” Beaming, the other two consoled, “Oh. That’s too bad.” But then the third woman smiled. “Oh, he’s doing okay. He goes out with the most successful doctor on Park Avenue and the most successful lawyer on Wall Street!”