The Year

The year is almost over.

The year is almost done.

And I think of all I’ve failed at

And I think of what I’ve won.

And if nothing is for certain,

And if nothing has been gained,

But I walk a little lighter

And I feel a lesser pain;

And I visit less the lowlands,

And I hike to higher heights,

And my panic has been soothed by

More encounters, fewer fights;

And I’ve straightened just a little

Of this messy place I’m in:

Then the year has been a good one.

And I’m ready to begin.

Lucky for me, I have a financial planner.

Probably wise, Liz. And congratulations!

As a newly retired person, I try very hard not to panic over financial volatility.

Not to be cynical or anything . . .

I was also horrified by the Roald Dahl censors—and never even thought of the money issue. Now I see it:…

I agree. You can’t legislate or bully people into changing their attitudes and feelings.

I always end up going back to my dimly remembered twentieth century law school training, on the difference between prejudice…

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