If it makes you happy, it can’t be that bad — Sheryl Crow I like soap bubbles and had just found a remnant from a kid-friendly gathering. Not missing a chance, I blew a froth of bubbles skyward. A half-inch stream jetted from the wand and separated neatly into shiny little globes floating gently upward … except for one. It started drifting away with the others but stopped in mid-flight, its stall unbecoming a soap bubble.