Move over, Bobby McFerrin, there's a new Rastaman in town. My father, well on the road to recovery from his recent heart attack, has adopted a new "Don't Worry, Be Happy" attitude that should be an inspiration to us all. He made the scene at my sister's house today wearing my nephew, Jackson's, favorite new hat, a colorful knit beret with built-in dreadlocks. "It's you," I lied, whipping out my spycam, "Definitely you!" Amazing what a few months of Cardio-Rehab and a little Reggae-lia will do for a person, isn't it ...?