In Paradise   In paradise, it turns out, rain may fall even on your birthday, scuttling all your beautiful plans, ruining all the paper hats. And in paradise dust piles up, laundry piles up, ghosts of dog hair drift across the kitchen floor, fruit goes bad in the fridge, glasses break. There’s litter in paradise, all kinds of crap along the road, all sorts of disappointment — it’s not exactly what you’d had in mind. But where, where would you rather be — after all, this is paradise.     © Michael Fleming Franconia, New Hampshire July 2008