Every day, I am by turns hero, antihero, accessory, chorus, and audience. It all depends on your point of view, doesn't it? Yesterday, I reinstalled the clothes dryer. Thank goodness I was there! I also offended my 14-year-old daughter. Evil incarnate! As treasurer for my local Habitat for Humanity chapter, I signed a check to pay for business services rendered. It didn't build any houses, but it helped. I warned friends that Billy Mays probably died of heart failure due to poor health habits. I watched a spider wrap a fly -- I couldn't do that. Could you do that? How can she do that? Now, if only I could figure out how to be the author and make the play end with me as the happy emperor. . . .