We had a scare yesterday. Well, WE didn’t exactly, but David did. And I guess that is what made it so scary. David is unflappable. He does not really get frightened. We can be in the middle of a huge rally or gathering, or a situation that is escalating, where I sense the potential for danger, and David remains calm and collected, never flinching. But yesterday he panicked. And his reaction has made me reflect. First, the story: for the last year or so I have wanted to PAINT ROCKS. It is a trend – people paint rocks and then hide them for unsuspecting strangers to find. It started as a kindness act – bring a little sunshine into someone’s life. But it has become a bit of an “in group” thing now – people paint super fancy, beautiful rocks, then give their fellow rock painters hints at where they are hiding them, at which point hordes of collectors descend upon the hinted at location and score pretty treats. I know this much about “rocking” because I am pa