Sailing on a Breeze

Most days here in the Florida Keys are just perfect.�� I suspect that��various and sundry��of you reading that sentence feel differently about it depending on how much Puritan influence your upbringing contained.�� As a boy, growing up in a Puritanical Protestant church, such a declaration was generally frowned upon.�� Only God is perfect.�� And, if we hope to reach perfection (the Calvinists called it "sanctification"), than we must trudge through Life, the Universe, and Everything (dreary and "lost"