Years ago, while I was clearing brush out of the back paddock, I looked down and saw this partially buried artifact sticking out of the ground. I took it home, cleaned it up, and thus began my longstanding custom of bringing it out ever so often so that it can be admired by the entire family. It's become a tradition in our happy home. I've fought the urge for many years now to put it in the mailbox and hide behind the maple to watch our female mail carrier's reaction when she opened the recepticle. I'm proud of my forebearance. The provenance of this masterpiece remains a complete mystery to me.
NPR did a piece called "This I Believe" a few years back. Listeners were invited to recite their core beliefs about anything...
