The Good Old Days

Like, six mongths ago. When my mailbox was filled with offers of cheap money. The airwaves broadcasting opportunities to fulfill life's dreams. Not that I overindulged. No lost weekends in Cancun for me and my clan. But the overall vibe was quite gay (in the 19th Century version of the word). Beats the heck out of the dismal drumbeat of economic misery. I still hold on to the idea that it's good to be a bit generous to others if possible. The encroaching stinginess is what bums me out the most. Before I could indulge in hyperbole about the coming Apocalypse. Now such thoughts freak me out. Thanks for the interesting times.