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June • July 2007 • Vol. XXV No. 5 • An Arnold Publication |
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From the Editor— Time Again to Play the Glad Game |
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Every now and then I find myself walking around with my brows pinched and feeling a bit grumpy. It’s a condition that tends to sneak up on me when I’m not looking. I know the cause of that feeling, though. It’s all the negative news that bombards me day after day. You know, this young person was murdered, that one was kidnapped, another school shooting, a tornado here, a flood there, a few more deaths in Afghanistan or Iraq, Russia threatens to aim nuclear missiles at the U.S., the middle east is about to explode, congress wants to rescind the Bush tax cuts, oil prices are soaring, and on and on ad nauseum. But once I realize what’s happening to me, I know exactly how to cure it. I just sit down at my computer and play Pollyana, the glad game. So, let’s see. . .mmmmmm. . .okay, here goes. Everyone in my family is healthy and busy working and being creative, including me. . .that’s always a good start. The U. S. economy is still growing after six years of major growth, and unemployment is at historical lows. That makes millions of people happy. Yeah, I like that one. Interest rates are at historical lows, too, so more and more people are able to buy homes than ever before. That’s good, too. France has elected a President who likes the U. S. We now have a new friend. That’s definitely a happy change. For this issue I met two men who came to the U.S. as youngsters, grew up and succeeded beyond their wildest expectations, so the American dream is still alive. That’s great news. I’m about to have another grandson, which proves life goes on, in spite of the doom and gloomers. But maybe Robert Browning, the famous British poet, played the best Pollyana game of all when he wrote in 1841:
The year's at the spring Wow, Robert,
wish I’d said that. C. H. Bush, Editor |
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