Life is good to me.

Lyman found a little turtle in the bag of crawfish Saturday.

"What should we do?" I asked.

"Take it down to the ditch at the end of the street."

"What's the best way to get there?"

"Go across John's yard. It's right beside it."

So I carry this little turtle, the kind with a red streak on its neck, across the neighbor's and on to John's yard.

He is outside with two grandsons in a wading pool. The oldest might be four.

"John, this came out of a crawfish bag. I was taking it to the ditch."

Boy says, "Can I hold it?"

"You'll have to ask your granddad. It's his now."