It’s 2020 and I still am puzzled about what to make of it. On a certain level I am surprised that I even made it to the third decade of the 21st century!
When I was very young in the 50s, whenever I heard a plane fly over our house in the middle of the night, I was afraid the Russians were going to drop a bomb on us. Made it through! I guess “Dr. Strangelove” really was a figment of Stanley Kubrick’s, Terry Southern’s and Peter George’s overwrought imagination… or maybe it could have happened but just didn’t.
Next came the 60s and Vietnam. To go, or not to go. Rather Shakespearian. I went, because I could not fathom turning my back on my country, even though I felt we were wayward. So, I joined the U.S. Air Force, did not end up in Vietnam and luckily survived that entire disaster.
The rest of the 20th century, which is “my century,” focused on raising a family and achieving as much as possible. Looking back, each new year is a blur. The surviving part involved avoiding rampant recreational drug availability and use, eating a reasonably healthy diet and getting in and out of shape. The shape thing involved several on-again off-again gym memberships and running many miles with my wonderful Springer Spaniel Dolly. Decent genes helped too.
Now here we are 20 years into the 21st century and here we go again. Our country is torn apart (as it was in the 60s), with people at either extreme making the most noise, while ignoring those of us in the middle who want solutions, not power. Once again it is time to pull back from the precipice and sit down and have a conversation without dismissing the ideas and feelings of those of us with whom we disagree.
2020 looks like it will be a tumultuous election year. Robin and I love the communities we serve and inform with our community magazines. By treating others who have different opinions and beliefs with respect rather than disdain, we can keep our communities together, move forward and make 2020 the best year yet of this no longer new century.