How lucky can a person be? I’m in Indiana at my parents’ farm, living in their log cabin, and working on my next book, tentatively titled “Murder Gets Your Goat.” The cabin was built in 1870 when Indiana was covered with forests of oak, walnut and poplar. The original owners kept adding on and built a house that totally enclosed the cabin. The next owners discovered it when they decided to remodel. My folks moved it to their farm about 30 years ago. Best of all, Mary-Faye’s goats are only a couple of miles down the road. Life is sweet.