No, not the cereal , but something else. Every wonder about why something is lucky? I do sometimes. What’s lucky for one is not always lucky for another. Now the dog that tore my rotator cuff was named Lucky, but it wasn’t lucky for me. See what I mean. Too much thinking for a Friday as it’s the end of the work week. Suit up, put on the tin foil hat and get ready for the mothership. It’s time to load the flying ark.