Perhaps I should claim false advertising with regard to this column’s title, or at least admit to leaving off the punchline. The title provides a nice launch point into the everyday phenomenon of how differently each one of us processes what we hear and see in the world around us—even those of us with the same "label"... Once upon a time in northern Indiana, I went out for a lengthy walk during which I crossed three rivers, the St. Mary, the Maumee, and the St. Joseph. If I leave that factoid as it is, you will interpret it based on a) ...