Fiftily
Fiftily In the long line of wise men from Benjamin Franklin to Mark Twain to Dale Carnegie, I’m jumping in; cutting in line to share some of the things I’ve learned in my fifty years as a semi-woke, semi-devout radical centrist. I know, I know, this is so subjective, but it’s things I’ve learned. This isn’t so much advice as it is observations that could be taken as advice if one so chose. For my friends who are of my generation and rank, this will likely be quirkily affirming. For my younger friends, I hope one of these bullets may protect you from the mistakes and pain I had to endure before I learned it. For my older friends, well, I’m still just a precocious youngster continuing to butt in before I should. I acknowledge that much of this is cliché, if not borrowed or regurgitated. To that extent, it is at least culled and curated, through my eyes and experiences: it is my list. You’ll also notice that, in contrast to my “Fortily” collection, this is not verse or even essa...
