I've been pacing around this semi-dark room, struggling for the words I want to put on this electronic page. This is the first time this has happened in decades. Usually, I just sit down and the words flow. During the week, something happens where part of my mind says, "Yeah, they'd like hearing about that." But tonight, I'm struggling, and I only just now figured out why: I'm entirely too fixated on the "what ifs" of the new economic era we're stumbling into. I'm not sure which is worse, the situation or the fact that I'm fixated on it.rnI tend to see too much of life in an aviation framework. At least that's what I tell my kids; they're constantly grumbling about how I'm a born-again pessimist.
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