Photo Source: Flickr “Got my egg basket,” mother-in-law said. She wore a black sundress over her bathing suit. We were taking her to the beach. Rather, she was taking us to her beach club. “It’s sort of exclusive,” my wife had said in the car down to their summer home. “Like five grand a year. I think my parents do it mostly for the conservation.” I didn’t know what an egg basket—it was a plastic grocery bag—had to do with the beach but I knew better than to ask. Mother-in-law would take...