I veer all over the place when I think of my faith in humanity. Some days, I think that everybody's out to get me and I hunker down in curmudgeonly crankiness. Other days -- like today -- I think of Einstein's pivotal question that we must answer for ourselves: "Is the universe a friendly place or not?" I think on those days, "It's friendly...enough." Every once in a while I encounter someone who I'm convinced has wings tucked under his/her clothes. My faith in humanity runs hot and cold, back and forth, several times a day. My faith in a very few special kin is a whole different matter