If you’re reading this, it’s either because you stumbled across my page by chance, or you consider me a fairly decent blogger. For those of y’all in the latter camp, I have a confession: Most of my blogging skills can be traced to the fact that I’m a good complainer. I complained when I was a kid, I complained as a young man – and now I’m turning into a complaining old geezer. I’m considering having a selection of prerecorded messages installed inside my tombstone so that visitors can push an assortment of buttons and hear me complain even after I’m dead.
But once in a while I like to take a break from complaining. Sometimes it’s nice to stop and smell the flowers, to take a moment and appreciate how good we have it. Even those of us who are miserable in life can enjoy some luxuries that past generations couldn’t even imagine. Just today, for instance, I happened across these two news articles:
What would our ancestors have given for the privilege of seeing such things?