Often, I believe, writers spend too much time on the “what was” and “what will be” instead of the “what is.”
I admit to such whimpering occasionally, and this time, make no promises to do better, but I’ll try.
Keep in mind, though, that my promises--if golf shots--typically veer off to both the left and right, perhaps no closer to the hole than when teed up. Like golf, life isn’t a straight-down-the…