I must confess I’ve never been much of an optimist.  Whenever I see a truly beautiful day, my mind tends to focus on the clouds that I’m sure are coming over the horizon to ruin it.  For nearly fifty years, I’ve been waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Whoever came up with “May the bluebird of paradise shit on your head” must’ve been thinking of me.  Taking good news in stride has been the biggest challenge in my life.