There are good days and bad days.   This looked like a good day for my wallet but a bad day for my psyche.  I read a number of years ago, about a woman who went to a law firm in Chicago with a sad tale of woe.  It seems her husband had been killed in some sort of accident, leaving her a widow with two small children.   They saw a defendant with deep pockets and the potential for a big payday.  I remember well their reaction it was one of excitement.  I thought then, and think now, that there are many appropriate reactions to