The Gamut

I found a four-leaf clover in my backyard yesterday. Actually, it is the fourth four-leaf clover that I have found so far this spring. I find them all the time. Usually several a year. Often with more than four leaves. You know what that means don’t you?

It means that I should walk with my head up so that I can see where I’m going rather than where I am.

Thing is, I don’t believe in luck. Sure I find a lot of them, but all that it indicates to me is that I have a knack for spotting irregularities in patterns. Luck is an illusion of statistics and probability. Unfortunately for Bush, it may be all that he has left to rely on now. Maybe I should send him my clover.

…Nah!

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