Some of us grow up surrounded by people who couldn’t give a rat’s pitootie about anything that happens to us. We become inured to that, steeled against it. I know.

I moved to The South and was suddenly surrounded by people who were constantly saying, “I’m so sorry,” every time any little thing went wrong. It made me irritated all the time to hear that phrase. Funny, no? It took me a while, but I learned to get it. It still gets me irritated though. Funny, huh?

I’m sorry this crap is still happening to you and getting to you. I wish it could all go away.

Possessor of Paul Newman eyes. Author of many things straightforward and strange. Some of them appear here. “Women zai shuo ba” as the Mandarin say. Born 2016.