My father was a writer. He wrote all of his life, inflicting upon many of us his novels, plays, articles, essays, and self-help books. Some were marvelous; some merely well-intentioned. But of all the things he wrote, his journal is his legacy: by turns wise and bewildering, it neared 1,100 type-written pages when he died in 2010. Although perused many times, this is the first time it will be read - cover to cover, page after page.
When anything is too sacred to be laughed at, we have perhaps lost our perspective on it. This seems true of people in our government and of their policies, and it may well apply to other aspects of life as well.
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