The Greatest Among Us….
Often, I believe, writers spend too much time on the “what was” and “what will be” instead of the “what is.”
I admit to such whimpering occasionally, and this time, make no promises to do better, but I’ll try.
Keep in mind, though, that my promises—if golf shots—typically veer off to both the left and right, perhaps no closer to the hole than when teed up. Like golf, life isn’t a straightdown- the-m…