TrackinDaKraken

I was out after dark, riding bikes with my best friend in the street in front of his house. My friend’s mom came out and shouted at me to go home, and my friend to go inside. Then she shouted “That asshole, Ford, pardoned Nixon!” I had no idea what she was talking about, or why she was mad at us.

We must do it.

For the children.

People care about being heard, not listened too. It’s one-sided. I’m guessing they just like that the thing responded, and may not even bother reading carefully what it said. Like a friend who says supportive murmurings as you prattle on about whatever, “Really?”, “Umm-hmm”, “Oh, I know what you mean!”, “Right, exactly”, and, “It’s nice to talk to someone I get along with.”

50 years ago, too. A sort of highly respected journalism you can’t find anywhere anymore.