I’m sure 70 sounds ancient; it did to me not that long ago. Turns out, it’s not. So I work pretty hard to make people communicate with the real me, not a preconception … I can take advantage of the freedom that comes from having lost all my conversational filters.
December is the giving month. We search for things we hope our loved ones will need and like and wrap them up in shiny paper. Many people also make charitable gifts this time of year, to help make changes in lives beyond their own.
My childhood history of driving west is layered with every book or story, every myth ever told about this country’s history. Can’t help starting off with a “gone to look for America” vibe. Good fried dinner at Stroud’s in Kansas City, where they claim they “choke our own chicken.” Neil bought the T-shirt.
I’ve never been to jail. I’ve never bailed anyone out of jail. I don’t know anyone in prison. If I wanted to, I could ignore the entire American criminal justice system and all its problems. But I can’t ignore it, because it makes me angry.
Sometimes I just get so tired of the things I do all the time. Fortunately there are antidotes to conformity and the virtual. Like the farmers market. That’s retail therapy that actually works. A farmers market offers something real, made by human hands.
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