We got a new king, you got another massacre. Sick and sorry as I feel, I have to admit to some small degree of validation. My definition of quality of life has never had much to do with GDP or stars, stripes and steeples.
I've had so many friends wish me well with some version of, "I'd go, too, if I had the nerve. I wish I could get out of here."
Well, I've had a hankering to go since Please, Please Me and She Loves You. I never left, probably because I didn't have the nerve. I still wouldn't. I fell in love.
People are people everywhere. If you're reading this, I probably miss you.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.