The Fool's Ledger For a long stretch of my life, the last thing I did most nights was run the day back and keep the score myself: what I did right, and who came up short. I would never have said it out loud. Out loud I gave God the credit, the way Nabal would have if you caught him at the right hour. But in the dark, with no one watching, I added up the column in my own hand and signed my name at the bottom. So did Nabal. The man is rich and the man is blind, and the two go t