The Long and Winding Road

So, the sun sets on yet another Western intervention turned sour. I’m 54, and I’ve seen a lot of life. And so I’m weary of yet another humanitarian crisis, and

    I’m a fervent believer in lifelong learning, although I don’t think that it has to be as grandiose as learning a new language or taking up Thai cooking.

  It was an unpleasant experience, and not one you expect at 54. She had been a close friend for decades although an ocean had always divided our views and

  Covid has laid me low. Not physically – luckily, I have not contracted it myself. But infection can take many forms, not lease the mental malaise that infiltrates your

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