Plane crashes and April 15 aside, life is good.
Of late I have been using the "Life is hard, then you die," cliché to friends and family. Since very few of these listen to me anyway, I have failed to make an impression. Anyway, I really am an angry optimist. Angry that I am not so rich I can live in Paris in the Ritz, optimistic because there's always that next lottery ticket!
Oh, I have such visions of myself as James Bond, or maybe Ward Bond at least. I put my…