Things that make me smile…
As a kid I was an optimist ̶ a glass-half-full sort of guy, almost always looking on the bright side. That optimism included a healthy mix of naiveté. I was one chunky, happy sort of country bumpkin. Then life happened and by the time I retired I had become much more cynical. Over the years I had to deal with a lot of unpleasant stuff and unpleasant people. Enough of that stuff will make anyone cynical. I lived by the skeptical creed of journalists: “If your mother tells you she loves you, check it out.” For the past few years I have been in self-rehabilitation, ...