It still astonishes me how much envy rules the roost in here. Returning from a successful outing, we’re given a predominantly cool, even icy, reception by our fellow residents. The thought that others have had more fun than they have is, for many, hard to accept. So today we see lots of pursed lips again. Our Old But Not Dead Club finds itself growing more and more isolated. Being the common enemy creates an extra-tight bond; but enmity is contagious. If you’re not careful it won’t be long before you find yourself detesting “the rest of them.”
