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This is not a safe place. I am not going to debate politics; Trump is a pathetic human. I am not going to debate religion; faith is my go-to. I am not going to debate he, she, him, her; live and let live.
What you will get is my Southern-born take on how everyday life is a) worth living and b) fucked up. We’re just here to make the most of it. None of us is promised tomorrow. We cannot change yesterday. There’s no need to worry about tomorrow.
Let’s make the most out of today. Period.
Challenge the lunatic fringe
Go to the voting booth. To hell with mail-in or absentee ballots. Be in the now; pull the lever in real-time. RBG would do nothing less.
I wish it was yesterday
I’m not 10 anymore. I’m 53, and my heroes are dying. … Cherish yesterdays, when we didn’t know Tom Seaver was dead.
Four years ago, we moved into my grandparents’ once-upon-a-time tobacco farmstead so I could chase a ghost.
Q: Your answer matters
Conspiracy groups can thrive only if you remain gullible. Before the General Election, do your due diligence. And vote.
The WHO rang the bell on the novel coronavirus on Dec. 31, 2019. This is how President Trump responded …
Bright Lights, Big City
Jay McInerney’s iconoclastic first novel was a literary Bat-signal. Eventually, it led me home. Along the way, it was life well lived.