So, sometimes you find the spark of gratitude in strange places. Today, it’s at stepdaughter Jennifer’s new apartment. I glance up to see her Nerf swords mounted on the wall above the … well, OK, the TV, not a hearth. Wow. In rush memories of my first Christmas in my first place on my own. Rubber chickens hanging upside down on the mantel with red ribbons knotted in large decorative bows around their scrawny necks. Nerf swords and rubber chickens. Strangely, both are as artistic as classy artwork.