Maybe it’s because I’ve stopped watching the news and can barely get through the few articles appearing in the daily newspapers, but I’m losing track of time. The tsunami of nuttiness is relentless, and I can’t spend every day with my hands over my ears. It’s not that I’m not busy, it’s just that my world is getting smaller and more focused after each disastrous story cramming the airways. Deliberate avoidance. A cosmic la-la-la-la-la. The pond (world) in which we live is polluted with bad stuff. The past – for me, those halcyon high school years in the 60s – is beginning to look really, really good again. Simple, clean, ordered – at least on the surface. Get good marks, win that baseball/volleyball/basketball…





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