In my house, there are two kinds of “right”:

Right right: Think pristine, polished, Michelin Star, pop-music perfection

and the right kind of crappy.

A bad beer on a great beach is a great beer.

Sippin’ on a coconut with a pig named Poncho in Costa Rica is exactly what you’d hope for.

We all know about the first source of joy. But the second? Magic.