... or, when the brightest lights go out how do you find your way?
You would have to be a recluse bordering on hermitage, or the reddest of red-state Trumpists to feel good about the news of the Country and the World these days. But we somehow get by without walking fully-clothed into the Pacific or swan-diving in our cars off Angeles Crest.
This on-the-brink-of-depair state hits those of a certain age the hardest, since we also are feeling unmoored from 'our time' as well. We are being slowly disconnected from the people and things that strengthened our view of our country and our world; the sources of courage and hope during all the years of almost unrelentingly sad news blaring at us from our TVs and from our newspapers, and now from our multi-various 'screens'.
Even in our darkest times we had Heroes, who would speak words of encouragement, or lead by example; sometimes sacrificing their careers or even lives for the right thing.
We also had cheerleaders and those who simply made us remember the good things still surrounding us, through their words and actions in print, in films, on screen, or through disembodied voices over the radio.
These Heroes and familiar Friends kept us grounded and upbeat, through every damn thing the worst of our kind could dredge up and throw at us. (And that was an awful lot).
You would have to be a recluse bordering on hermitage, or the reddest of red-state Trumpists to feel good about the news of the Country and the World these days. But we somehow get by without walking fully-clothed into the Pacific or swan-diving in our cars off Angeles Crest.
This on-the-brink-of-depair state hits those of a certain age the hardest, since we also are feeling unmoored from 'our time' as well. We are being slowly disconnected from the people and things that strengthened our view of our country and our world; the sources of courage and hope during all the years of almost unrelentingly sad news blaring at us from our TVs and from our newspapers, and now from our multi-various 'screens'.
Even in our darkest times we had Heroes, who would speak words of encouragement, or lead by example; sometimes sacrificing their careers or even lives for the right thing.
We also had cheerleaders and those who simply made us remember the good things still surrounding us, through their words and actions in print, in films, on screen, or through disembodied voices over the radio.
These Heroes and familiar Friends kept us grounded and upbeat, through every damn thing the worst of our kind could dredge up and throw at us. (And that was an awful lot).
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