I had an uncle Rudy who was a very difficult person to like. Abrasive by nature, even my father one of the kindest men on the planet had little use for him. One day a group of us seated in the living room were going on and on about how awful Rudy was. My mother in the next room, listening to the barrage was bothered by what she was hearing, Kind by nature but also impeccably honest, she searched for some way to intervene, Finally she came into our presence and said “my brother Rudy is a good whistler. “As I begin the New Year I will try to remind myself hat everyone has some redeeming quality. Maybe he or she is a “good whistler”.