On a whim, I woke up early and drove to a yard sale being held a few miles down the road from me. As I walked in the yard, the very first thing I saw was a new-looking reel mower, exactly the same model I wrote about the other day. Asking price? Twenty bucks. I grabbed it and a wheelbarrow and went on my way. I have this knack for having things work out well. My friends notice it more than I do and ask me (usually after yet another roll of triple sixes during a Risk game) how I have such good luck with everything. I’ve never had the answer before, but now that I have a car, I realize that I was given good luck in exchange for having every traffic light turn red right as I pull up. It annoys me at times, but I’ve come to terms with the trade and I think that I got the good side of the deal.