Our puppy, Hilton, tromping through the fallen leaves. The tree that drops acorns on our rooftop at night. Ribs at Bryant's. Stuff like that. Spent a lot of time thinking about what it is that makes people happy.
Money is huge, sure, and so is fame, and so are a lot of things.
But we live in a great old house on a great old street in a great old city with a great old newspaper, and we have incredible friends and wonderful family, and I write about sports, and the Royals do have a chance, and Dick Vermeil will be great copy, and Missouri beat Kansas on Norm Stewart's court, and Tom Watson can still do miracles around the green, and whenever something gets me down, I can call up Buck O'Neil and, instantly, feel better. So, we're staying. I deserve those after this column. And it's good to be home. It really is.