Ninety-four-year-old Grandma Ethel strolls into a church and heads straight for the confession booth. She eases the door shut, sits down, and clears her throat. On the other side, the priest smiles. “Welcome, my child. What would you like to confess today?” Ethel leans forward, eyes twinkling. “Father, I have a confession. Last night, I went out with a twenty-two-year-old...