that you read this column by the always worthwhile NY TIMES columnist Frank Bruni. It has absolutely nothing to do with politics or philosophy or economics, and it is heartbreaking. As I read it, I thought how fortunate I am to have reached the advanced age of eighty-four still alive and in good health. And I reflected that sooner or later [Oh Lord, let it be later] something like this will happen to me, as it does, in some form or other, to us all. Nobody gets out of life alive, as someone once observed.
Meanwhile, I take my daily baby aspirin, go for my not quite three mile walk, and deliver YouTube'd lectures on the thought of Karl Marx while having malicious and utterly unChristian thoughts about the temporary occupant of the Oval Office.