If I go through a day and I ruffle no feathers, I consider that a success.
On balance, I would say that half of the days of the week I do and half I do not.
The worst is when the feathers I ruffle are my own.
Walking home, I encountered this little guy. Stern, don’t you think? He is asking me – why do you do it? I can only shrug my shoulders. How do I know?...