Feeling Every Year Of It

 There aren’t enough candles in the world…

I actually posted this on Instagram...hoping to stimulate those who perhaps should remember my birthday to actually remember it.  Let's just say I had no success with that. 

I don't like to acknowledge that some members of what should be my "inner circle" are sucking black holes of self-absorption...

But if the shoe fits...

Sigh.

I had a good birthday, anyway.  Celebrated with those in my life who are not sucking black holes.

So, quit whining!  Glass half full and all that.  Right?

Celebrating “Freedom” in a World Gone Mad

Witnesses Describe Scene of Mass Shooting at Highland Park Fourth of July Parade

This is the area of the country where I grew up.

My dad worked at Highland Park Hospital for over 30 years, from the 50’s to the 80’s.

I was born there.

In 1961, I stood with my older sisters in a blocks-long line along Second Street.  We stepped up to the Alcyon Theater ticket booth just after the last tickets to “101 Dalmatians” were sold to the family in front of us. 

Second Street.  

The very street where people were shot to bits this morning.

In the mid 70's, I met my future husband at the Highland Park K-Mart.  He worked there for ten years. 

I cannot believe this.

Our country has gone completely mad.

There is nothing

NOTHING

to celebrate here.