When I was organizing large-scale events, I quickly learned that there was a maximum number of things I could remember—still is, for that matter, and of course the number is smaller now.
These little essayettes are about positive moments, and one of the most positive of positive things is being helpful to someone else.
After 20+ years of living in Chicago, a wonderful city where I want never to live again, DB and I moved to a small dairy farm in south-central Pennsylvania
For some years I lived in subsidized senior and disabled housing. I loved it. I made two good friends, M and N, who still live there.
The constant drama of unhappy or shocking events, and certainly of their totality, might lead us to think that we need equally Technicolor counter-examples to get relief, but I disagree. I think a healthy bread-and-butter mental diet of Ordinary Positive things is the best antidote to crazy-making crises.