As we each grow older, time seems to accelerate and events from our past grow more distant, more frequently and faster no matter how hard we strive to maintain their memory.
On this date, in 2017, almost without realizing it, we became a very different and very scary country. I don't think we may ever succeed in finding our way back to who we were.
Leaving us eventually and inevitably, to stop believing in the promise of who we are.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Monday, August 12, 2019
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