I know a few things at 70, but there is still so much I don’t know. I know I love being alive and experiencing each numbered year, but I don’t know why we are given so few. At most, 120-give-or-take. We all need more time to create.
We are all now launched upon the vast uncertain seas of the year 2017. A guy is going to get inaugurated soon, and there’s a huge march of women planned for the next day in Washington. Due to the extensive but deep connections of my lobbyist friend Joan, we have two tickets to the party, if we decide to go. There are so many ways this can go.