It's funny how ideas for columns come.
I was driving around Saturday a) cursing the smog, b) although I was clearly contributing to it by c) driving around. I was also wondering what I could possibly write about. And then voices came out of the radio (like angels!) discussing longevity and how happy-go-lucky, optimistic people don't always fare better when it comes to living longer. In fact, it helps to be something of a worrier.
I had an idea.
So I went home to ask Ken Cannon if I'm a worrier and he said no. I'm a sufferer. But I'm not a worrier. And next thing you know, I was at my computer, writing this column.