It was a grade-3 Valentine’s Day party. We had highly processed chocolate, some red balloons, and an awkward exchange of Valentine’s cards: Roses are red / Violets are nice Kiss me once / I’ll kiss you twice! Ba da boom. I’d like to say that our poetry and romantic prowess improve with age, but I’m not sure that’s accurate. But the whole February 14th thing makes you wonder: Who was Valentine? And......