This morning, while “Molly” and I waited for the elevator to arrive and take us  to the lobby on our way to the park, I had this funny thought: “I wonder what she ‘makes’ of the elevator?”–We stand there waiting, the door slides open–we step in–the door slides closed- and when it opens again we’re someplace else. Does she think–“How did that happen?  It must be a miracle!”   Then I had a cynical thought: ” What if she thinks nothing of it and says to herself that dreadful expression–‘It is what it is”.