Inspirational thought for the day: I felt sorry for myself because I had no shoes; then I met a man who had no socks

At least, I think that’s how the preacher told it.

(Update: Reader Burning Maldolf offers the brilliant suggestion that this picture, converted to an oil painting, would make the perfect accessory piece hung over the fireplace of a Greenwich mansion ; or, I’d add, a Yacht Club’s mantle, but the humor, thin as it is, only works if the viewer is familiar with that old sappy aphorism, “I was sorry for myself because I had no shoes — then I met someone who had no feet” — judging from the puzzled reaction of a friend I suggested the new, improved version to, not everyone has.)