When I was a boy I got into a lot of mischief. I like that word, mischief. It has an innocent sound to it. Sometimes I got in trouble for the mischief I did. Sometimes I didn’t get caught. Other times I got in trouble for things I didn’t do. Sometimes I was blamed for things over which I had no control. Some days my life just took an ugly turn and one bad thing led to another like falling dominoes.