A WHILE ago, I had the pleasure of bumping into (not literally) an old friend that I had not seen in ages.
“Wow! Good to see you,” he said. “How long has it been? I only see you in the paper every week … so at least I know you’re doing alright. Judging from what you write, you seem to be unhappy, dissatisfied, but alright,” he chuckled.
Then he added: “I must say, for someone who doesn’t speak much in company you write very long opinion pieces. A whole page full,” he teased.
“Well, my secret is that I love to gripe,” I joked. “And in this country, there’s a LOT to complain about.”
Isn’t that true though? More and more we seem to be complaining about this, that, the…
