Dumb Luck

Who doesn't love a little dumb luck? You know, the kind of thing that happens when you least expect it. Tom and I always make it somewhat of a challenge when we go on a get-away, be it short or lengthy. If things aren't going great, we'll assure each other that "it's about time for some dumb luck" and voila...99% of the time it happens. It's been fun over the years to instill this into Kurt as well...he's a dumb luck fan as a result and has brought along a few converts himself.

I tend to think that attitude has a bit to do with that dumb luck; going through life and grabbing all the gusto available sure seems to help the situation. As far as I can see, there's no reason to think otherwise. We have fun, we take life in stride, and we know that things will go screwy. Nevertheless, there's normally some great little surprise that greets us along the way.

On our way to Indy tonight, we decided to try our dumb luck and look for one of our challenges--a dusty cheap bottle of scotch. Yep...we go through towns from time to time looking for that run-down liquor store that more than likely has one or two bottles of scotch that no one wants. We walk in, blow off the dust and dirt, ask how much, check out the bottle, and make our purchase.  This evening dumb luck appeared in a the form of that dingy little liquor store. We found a great bottle of scotch for 18 bucks and, holding true to our criteria, the box was really dirty :). And by the way...the scotch is great! Nice and smooth.

Ah, the joys of dumb luck.