Rainbows; mythical things they seemed to most of us as children. An arch of beautiful colors spread across the sky. As well, am I sure we were all told the same tale, that a pot of gold resides at the end of every one.

Silly—it was, yes—yet we never questioned it. I, for sure did not. It fascinanted me wholly, and being a poor child in an equally as poor town, seeing one right outside my window, ...