I Hope I'm Wrong
November 5, 2020
Every now and then I'm tempted to dig out the old crystal ball and try my luck at predicting the future. I really shouldn't, because I have a poor track record. Losing a $100 bet on the World Series a few years ago convinced me that prognostication is not one of my natural skills.
I do better when it comes to guessing the ending of a mystery novel – hint: the killer is always the person you least suspect even when the clues were right there in your face from the first chapter.
Still, it's hard not to take a moment and imagine how things will turn out. Just don't bet a hundred bucks on it....