We don't have too many Christmas customs but one, at least, is going to a special Christmas dinner hosted by Jim and Dorothy, friends of ours that we've known for 30 years.

This year they had some important news: Susan, their middle daughter, has met a guy (through a Christian website) and is getting married next spring.

He's from Boise, Idaho and has a job which involves going around to the homes of wealthy people, arranging to have electronic gadgets installed. (I think he turns them into "smart" homes, among other things.)

Anyhow, one day Susan's fiance (sorry, I don't know his name, so I'll just call him Joe) was sent to a home where he was greeted by a lovely woman. She invited him in and told him that her husband was in the basement.

When Joe met the fellow he thought, "Hmmmm, he certainly looks familiar," but couldn't place him.

"Hello, my name's Joe," he said.

"Hello, my name's Val Kilmer," said the husband.

Interesting, eh? Maybe he finds there are fewer hassles living in Boise than there are in Beverley Hills.

Or maybe that's just one of sixteen homes he has around the world...