Who knows how we find some of life’s most meaningful treasures, but somehow we find them and they become delights.Last summer, Tink was away, working on a TV series. In the late night quiet of the Southern backwoods, the dogs would bark at the stealthy sound of the possum who sneaked in to steal the garage cats’ food while I read books or flipped through magazine stories on my electronic device.I don’t know how it happened.Never had I watched any Facebook videos. Never.