Llove Letters

I am perfectly sure I don’t like getting older in a multitude of ways. I don’t need to enumerate them, because if you are past the half-century mark, you know exactly of what I speak. If you’re younger than that, you have much to discover as the years go by. What I am comfortable with is that as one grows older, one grows wiser (not that a “broad brush” is applicable here). For example, almost everything I see in the “news” elicits a desire to comment. I attempt to suppress that fervor with the clear knowledge that not everyone (perhaps most everyone) is interested in my opinion. I am also…