This has been a day of unsurpassed loveliness for yours truly. For thirty years I have wondered, off and on, if I made the right career choice, and suspected perhaps I should have gone into journalism, despite its current woes, for personal reasons. Now it seems as if the universe is giving me a second chance. At a modest local level (as I told my wife, "I'm on track to become the world's oldest cub reporter.").
But how many times does one get a second chance in life? Universe, thank you thank you thank you...
