Don't you just love it when something comes in your path and suddenly everything makes sense again?
Little jewels forged by the gods perhaps... they trickle down to earth and remind you that everything is just fine....
"I need not search for precious gold. Of wealth I have my share.
For with my eyes I scan the sky and find my fortune there.
A host of priceless dreams unfold in songs that bluebirds sing.
The earth, the sea, belong to me. I am richer than a King."
-Spike Jones' intro to Yes! We Have No Bananas 1950
