I wish I could publish a blank column today. As a 75-year-old white guy, it is hard to know what to say in response to racism and police violence toward black men and women.
This is a time of unparalleled discord. We are rightly horrified by the death of George Floyd in Minneapolis. We are legitimately frustrated by a pandemic that has threatened lives and livelihoods in unprecedented magnitude.
While widespread COVID-19 testing has been heralded as the key to reopening a cratering U.S. economy, it’s a lot more complicated than boosting the number of people tested.
The other day I became intensely engrossed in a conversation with two friends who were about my age. All three of us closer to 100 than to 50 years old. The conversation became contentious over the issue “the good old days” of the past versus the world in which we live today.