I spent a good deal of my childhood frantically running--bare feet, of course--in all directions searching for that promised, though achingly elusive, pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Running here and there, I looked again and saw that the end of the rainbow was now up the steep hill behind the house. "It's over here " I hollered over my shoulder to the little sisters who were as determined as I to claim this untold wealth. Upward and...