The COVID-19 virus is too big for our little brains to comprehend. So we need to rethink how we think about it. Here’s one way.
the men in the trees at the house behind ours are busying themselves with their work.
I grew up in the 1970s. It wasn’t great. But we did the best we could. Orange shag carpet and all.
What Jim does for a living does not look like what you do for a living. Not even close.
Once upon a time, a group of wealthy men decided to join forces to ensure that their wealth and power would never diminish. They needed a way to control the people who lived below them so that they needn’t worry about revolution. But their home nation was long ago designated for free people, and free people have desires of their own. And to the wealthy men, any desire by the masses to glean power, and wealth, would lessen their own…
Sadly, I was never a company man. Company men are safe. Mild-mannered. Conservative. They have good hair. But not everyone can be a company man. That said, our value is no less than those guys. (Nor any greater.) I’m a writer. A copywriter by trade. Alongside artists, designers, directors, illustrators, photographers, videographers, and others, writers are considered part of the “creative class.” Most of us aren’t company men. We’re sharpshooters company men hire. A writer’s role is to solve problems…
