I carried my last steam iron around with me for what seemed like forever; actually, it was about thirty years. One always had to have a clean, ironed shirt in my (then) profession of Window Display. I spent my money on nice cotton shirts and my time on...

About a month ago I received a damsel in distress call from my daughter. She has an apartment near her college campus (about an hour away from home) and she said she had an accident with her iron. The iron was one that Id sent along with her and was...