On a busy road in a neighborhood in the city where I live, there was a garage door I used to give the finger to every time I passed by.
It was a pretty regular garage door in every way, except that stenciled on it, in two-foot-high letters, were the words be grateful.
Nothing got my back up like that garage door.
“What on earth are you doing,” my husband asked, the first time I broke out of our
