BACK WHERE WE STARTED
I have a photograph, taken of my father’s father around 1910, when he was about 28. I put that photograph next to a photo of me that was taken when I was 30. The poses were just about the same. And surprisingly, the only real different between the two photos is that he was wearing a big handle-bar mustache. Other than that, we could almost be identical twins. That happens in families. And that also happens in society in general. Sometimes, we end up coming full circle, where we find ourselves right back where we started.