Protecting the Potential for Joy

I think I’ve crossed over to another phase in life.  My adoration for vintage films (and I’m talking my own form of vintage – films popular from my youth) is a new-found source of entertainment happiness. Maybe it’s because I can’t tolerate much from broadcast television or cable news.  I don’t want to be an ostrich, but I need to be cautious about what I consume when the news is 90% dark, dank and painful.

The imagery, the intensity, the pain and senselessness.  I’m hardly the first to make ...