That sappy John Denver song is just one of the ones that has choked me up when I’ve stumbled across it while listening to the radio in my car. I feel like I’ve let all of my friends and colleagues down; everyone has been so caring and supportive, I’ve been taken out for dinner, friends I haven’t heard from for years have called me just to see how I am. Yet I can’t say that I’m one bit better today than I was March first, a day after finding my body wife and the love of my life dead and staring on our sofa. I had a terrible nightmare about Grace two days ago. And the songs are the worst: songs I remember from our wedding, our first dance at the reception (“Wonderland by Night”), the song I sang for Grace that night (“Let a Woman in Your Life” from “My Fair Lady”) songs I recall from when we were dating, “Another You,” which moved me to end our six month separation, even “The Way We Were.” I’m literally afraid to turn on the radio. Meanwhile, I can’t imagine anything more boring and tedious than having someone constantly expressing their pain at something that happened almost half a year ago, so I don’t want to talk about how miserable I am, and yet talking would help. A little.
Please excuse that self-indulgent introduction.
1. Is Google really burying Trump searches? That’s the latest conspiracy theory. I don’t trust Google, and I have no doubt that Big Tech is mostly all-in concerning forcing Kamala Harris down the nation’s metaphorical throat. Still, this seems like a software glitch to me. So “assassination attempt on Tru…” doesn’t produce “Trump” in the autofill, but Truman. (Was there an assassination attempt on Truman? I missed that.) Why is anyone paying attention to autofill? Learn to search better: “Trump assassination” immediately pulls up all the news stories. There is so much genuinely sinister manipulation of information going on, it’s foolish to try to manufacture any.







