You may be aware that my new-lead-story announcements come about every two weeks, either late Saturday or early Sunday. This particular one is being sent to a much smaller, select group of potential readers. You have not been chosen at random or because I think that you will enjoy this essay. Rather you have been chosen because you are already likely to be well aware that I at times border on being certifiable. I am half expecting the little green wagon to pull up my driveway at any moment. Joyce assures me, wink-wink, that this piece is just fine. But I have had my doubts. To paraphrase a few songs that come to mind, sometimes you’ve got to dance your own dance no matter who is looking.