The Man in the Muddle….
Too much is expected of us--we folks of a certain age--whether man or woman.
Society yawns as we strive to avoid violent foulups in the fast lane; we weep, choking on the dust of the younger set, some of whom are eager to push us toward side roads.
Sometimes, side roads can be found. I find my heart warmed upon discovering farm-to-market exit markers. I’m usually ready to exit…