I've been a professional writer for more than half my adult life, mostly as a daily newspaper reporter, but my brother wrote me today that my gift slants in the direction of  a diarist of everyday things. I have often thought the same thing myself. Just this morning, I saw something at a railroad crossing that struck me as unusual to say the least. A pair of cardinals were brawling or engaged in a prelude to mating - it's sometimes hard to tell the difference even in birds - going around and around in the air squawking as a freight train passed when suddenly the pair whooshed under the train and out the other side, proving in a cardinal sort of way that love is blind, which somehow reminded me of Guy Cuccio, a boxing aficianado who also wields a mean metal detector. When the city was tearing up South Parkerson downtown some years back, Guy found all sorts of amazing artifacts, which he will be proud to show off at the slightest prompting, bobbing his head like a welterweight as he excitedly describes the old coins and other treasures. Why blind love and Cuccio? All ya gotta do is take one look at Guy's gorgeous wife, Kay. The gal certainly deserves a place in heaven.