Shakedown

I am rightfully proud of my accomplishments. But do I bask in the warm glow of my life’s best works? Of course not.

Instead, I beat myself up over the inevitable failures, disappointments and petty indignities that are part and parcel of this mortal coil.

So when I visited the Lansing Correctional Facility yesterday, I thought, "Well, at least I’ve never been locked up."

That’s my pathetic consolation prize.