Happiness is just a thing called Joe, according to the old Woody Herman record. Happiness, said Charles Schulz, is a warm puppy (it is also a warm bun on your hot dog at Busch Stadium). Other happiness. Hearing a Texan say, “Boy, this city is even better than I’d heard.” Finding a parking meter with 40 minutes remaining while picking up your tickets at the ballpark. Finding Soulard on a map. A Pakistani protesting millionaires. Jim Vangle of Charlie Gitt’os noodle nook on Sixth Street preparing and delivering to the Rangers’ locker room at Game One: stuffed mushrooms, salad, chicken marsala, linguini montamara, meatballs and penne pasta with broccoli. A better breakfast at the Goody Goody compared to a Texas breakfast of mustard greens and biscuits and gravy. Greaseless fried chicken from Dierbergs is unrivaled especially by that at Bob’s Chop and Steakhouse in Dallas. How about the chauffeur snugly asleep behind the wheel of a limo outside Busch, while his employer sleeps comfortably inside a luxury suite? The Cards fan in that suite catching cold and getting the first Kleenex out of the box without tearing it. The Cardinals winning tonight’s game. That’s happiness!