I’ve become one of those very annoying people who forward email to everyone, even my enemies … especially my enemies.
In the olden days, if you had a personal problem you would go to your pastor, your rabbi, your guidance counselor, your gym teacher, your best friend, your brother or sister, your Scout leader and, in extreme circumstances, your parents.
Like most people, I’ve spent my life searching for happiness. Often unsuccessfully, though.
When I was growing up in the backwoods of Pine Rock Park in the era before Twitter, Instagram and the electric light bulb — well, maybe a little after that — we savored the simple pleasures in life.