My brother doesn't buy lottery tickets because, as he put it, "I won the lottery the day I was born." Me too. My father bought the above house in 1953 for the princely sum of $8000. It is the emotional center of our lives, even though most of the time it is vacant or filled with renters.
"Find Your Place" had a darker meaning today, my first day back. My password list vanished from my desk while I was gone. Poof. Whom the Gods destroy, They first make mad with ever-changing passwords. Who can keep up with this nonsense? Why doesn't cyberspace have a 'find-your-space' option?