There's no picture here, mostly because a photo of an upside down goldfish is gross and, frankly, a little sad. Lucky, our goldfish is no more. I posted about Lucky back in 2016 when The Babe won her/him at Ribfest . She/he lived in a bowl in Equation Boy/Man's house for a while, then we moved him/her into our place in Downers Grove. The bowl sat on our vanity upstairs since we moved in. Welp, he/she succomb'd to something earlier this month and I noticed that he/she was acting funny and after spending a few days near the bottom of the bowl, started to float a bit. Swimbladder problem is the most likely issue ( Thx, Google !) and after a short period of time, he/she appeared one morning near the top of the bowl. The loss hit hard on a couple of the kids. But only for an hour or two. Then everyone seemingly moved on. Feels to me like an inflection point: we can go one of two ways. 1. Don't look back and get out of the fish business. 2. Go big. Ge
