En route to a picnic by the lake the family minivan screeched to a halt as we realized to our dismay we had not one football nor frisbee to speak of so quickly purchased one at the closest sporting store along the way. Now when I’d see it I’d inwardly smirk. Life is Good says the green discus. It doesn’t ask nor gently imply, it simply informs you of an unquestionable reality. Period. But today as I caught a wayward pass I thought: (1) If I have the $15 to buy this frisbee. (2) and have the time to play with this frisbee and (3) If I am in fact playing this frisbee with another, well then, in that moment in time as the discus passes from hand to hand, Life really is Good. Deep frisbees. Who knew?