P.T. Barnum has been one of my heroes for years. He built his gigantic museum of oddities that took him decades to collect. One morning while in the most expensive suite in New York, he opens the paper over coffee and finds he’s a pauper. His entire museum had gone up in flames. (No TV, phones or radio in those days). Now unable to pay his hotel bill, he’s literally out in the street, standing on the sidewalk, not knowing his next move. A tiny carriage pulled by six tiny horses pulls up in front of him. Tom Thumb, his door opened by a tiny carriage man steps out. He walks up to Barnum, looks up at him while handing him a large bag. Inside the bag, ten thousand dollars. Tom then signed up for a new world tour to get Barnum back on his feet. Barnum also lost his giant home, ‘Iranistan’, to another fire. Did he crawl into a closet and go into a fetal position? NO WAY! He built a new giant house and many more museums…Oh, he never, ever said, “There’s a sucker born every minute!” He had too much respect for his human oddities to say such a thing. It was W.C. Fields…