Editorial

The first stories I ever heard were fairy tales from a very tall book festooned with beautifully painted illustrations.

V oters are, to understate their mood, disenchanted with Congress. Yet paradoxically, voters re-elect, over and over, the same representatives they hold in dismally low esteem, consider ineffectual and outof- touch.

“T ime Enough at Last.” The new year reminds me of that classic “Twilight Zone” episode starring Burgess Meredith as a put-upon bookworm.

After the boxes and wrapping paper from Christmas Past had been discarded or recycled, I assumed a horizontal position on my favorite sofa, pulled the blanket up to my chin and grabbed the clicker, listening to all the television banter about the year coming to a close.

I won’t hazard a guess as to whether it achieves immortality like “grassy knoll” or “hanging chads,” but surely the phrase “bomb cyclone storm” will remain in the public consciousness of those who endured its cruelties.

I t was late December of 2020. COVID cabin fever was hitting me hard.

M any people throughout the world use the New Year holiday as a time to reflect on the previous year and make resolutions for the year ahead.