In the past, I've wondered how my parents felt in the Late Sixties. Did they feel like the world was on fire? Were they worried about the future that was being built for me?
I get it. This week, it seems the world has been aflame, and it has felt like nothing good was on the horizon. There has been so much to be sad about, as a citizen of the nation. And, on top of that misery, there has been heartbreak here. Our veterinarian, Monica Kucher, died after an awful car accident. She was one of my first, and always one of my most important, friends in Athens. It's been almost too much to think about.