In a previous “Under The Wire” you may have read about an encounter between my right hand and a sharp piece of metal barn siding. The contest was refereed by a very competent hand surgeon who declared the contest a win for the sheet of metal, then put me on the injured reserve list for at least six months. The bad news was my right hand for weeks sported a big, bulky brace. More bad news. I’m right handed. Make that, “I used to be right handed.”

The next few months, just call me “Lefty.” Desperation is a great motivator. I ate, wrote and used my computer mouse left hand...