Biting the hand that feeds me

 I don’t know if it’s a latent burst of proper manners or just another condition of my condition, but in the last five or so years nothing infuriates me more than a cold rejection of my offers of good cheer.It happens anytime I reach out with simple humanity to a stranger and my gesture is rebuffed.I wonder if I’m taking to heart too literally the lessons of “Lonesome Dove,” the 1989 cowboy saga