My old man used to have a saying when luck wasn’t going his way: if it was raining virgins, he’d be washed down the gutter with a porcupine. He didn’t actually say porcupine, he used another word, but you get my drift.
Luck for most people comes and goes, but Dad’s advice was you get more of it when you set out to make your own. You have to get yourself in the luck stream, he’d say, and that’s where I’ve been pretty much my whole adult life. If it was raining porcupines, I’m the bloke holed up in a dry shed with the virgins.
After raining for 400 days and 400 nights, the sun
