Good Luck
Coined by Yankees pitcher Lefty Gomez, the phrase, “I’d rather be lucky than good,” was catapulted into the NBA’s lexicon by the late, great Los Angeles Lakers announcer Chick Hearn.
Chicky Baby would turn the saying when describing improbable made shots or wild and crazy last-second wins.
Diagnosed with stage 4 cancer on my liver, I did a year of chemo. For the next 18 months, I had routine check-ups to make sure it was gone. During that period, I would inquire about the other 14 patients I routinely crossed paths with in the cancer ward.
They had all died. Out of 15, I was the only one who made it. That was 28 years ago.
Surely, it wasn’t because God liked me more. Because if that was the case, then God’s a doughnut head.
Nope, I was lucky; that’s all.
For the most part, life is all about luck. Some people are just luckier than others.
David Dale
Sonoma Valley
Foreign Affairs
The fun aspect of our country’s various global engagement’s over the past 80 years or so, beginning with dropping the two atomic bombs on Japan, through Korea and Vietnam, the delightful fiascos in Iraq and Afghanistan, up to the present interactions with Iran, is that all have been based on careful studies of the histories, cultures and customs of the regions.
America has been known for generations for its knowledge and restraint when it comes to invasions of foreign territories, and that is particularly evident in our present involvement in Iran, led by the brilliant scholars, secretaries Hegseth and Rubio.
We can all rest easily in the comfort of knowing our foreign affairs are in the hands of the best and the brightest. When we engage with the idea that in order to save a country we need first to destroy it, we know from history that things are bound to turn out for the best.
Craig J. Corsini
San Rafael
