Or Maybe It’s More Than That

Some days . . . okay, most days of late, I’m struck by the oddity of me being a voice of cautious optimism for the future.  That’s a pretty far cry from the kid I used to be, the kid who was convinced that the world would self-destruct long before he got the chance to see 21.

(Spoiler:  That kid did get the chance to see 21, as well as 31 and . . . you know what?  I’m just going to stop there.)

Maybe I just like being contrary.

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