For some reason, I woke up this morning feeling particularly chipper. All morning, I’ve had the lyrics of the old Bing Crosby song, “Ac-Cent-Tchu-Ate the Positive,” running through my head: You’ve got to ac-cent-tchu-ate the positive E-lim-i-nate the negative Latch on to the affirmative Don’t mess with Mr. In-Between It’s that Mr. In-Between that interests…