The metal frame of the wall clock at the barber shop features cut-outs of Roman numerals with those at the bottom displaying upside down.

Kenny read the numbers 'round the clock face with ease, even the "V" that looked more like a pointy pylon.

Losing interest in the clock but not in the concept of Roman numerals, we moved onto constructing whatever numbers came to mind.

"What's '64'? ... What's '22'? ... What's '47'?" Then, curiously, he asked, "What's '90'?"

And I replied "'XC' - you know, like my car, XC 90." Now, that coincidence blew him away with its coolness. I teased, "Whaddya think, that the model number had some greater significance?!"

Entre nous, as an old cross-country runner, "XC" has never meant "90" ... before today! And the NCAA Championships take place in the next few days. Let it snow!