207 Life

The very first scene in the history of SEINFELD shows Jerry telling his nightclub audience about people. (That's you and me, Charlie.) We people go out to a ball game, a concert, or a comedy club to get away from the hardships of the day only to worry about getting home and getting to bed on time. Life, as a whole, is pretty much the same deal, unfortunately, never so much as in the past few days.
For every Brad Peacock, the winning pitcher in the seventh game of the World Series for Houston, there's a Roy Halladay, the pitcher for the Phillies and Toronto, who lost his life in a plane crash.
For every Greenwich Village Halloween Parade, which never fails to amaze, astound, and amuse us, there's an ISIS sympathizer who senselessly takes innocent lives on a day supposedly all about the monsters of fantasy and fable.
For every Shalene Flanagan, the first American woman to finish the TCS New York City Marathon since the 1970's and a beacon of light in the midst of darkness, there's another gun-crazed sicko, this time on the outskirts of San Antonio, TX, who executes a crowd of innocents for the "crime" of exercising their freedom to worship.
For every memory of the sun-kissed paradise called Puerto Rico that has lingered in my mind since my trip a long time ago, there are the all-too-real images of a hurricane-battered island with little electricity and an inept alleged "president" whose idea of leadership is throwing a roll of paper towels into the crowd.
Unfortunately, that's life. C'est la vie. There's a lot of bad stuff going on, (Just ask Harvey Weinstein!) but look at it this way...
The holidays ARE coming. (Even if those who haven't discovered Amazon have to deal with the WWE-trained shoppers and the classically-trained whining babies.)
Donald Trump's days ARE numbered. (At least I HOPE so!)
Some of the best movies in recent memory ARE headed for a the-yater near you. (Hey, at least there are no HOWARD THE DUCKS out there, right?)
And we STILL live in the Land of the Free because of the Brave. (Happy Veteran's Day!)
Besides, as a certain magazine, which also happened to be named Life, used to say, "Consider the Alternative."
Now, I admit. This hasn't been exactly Mosaic, Talmudic, Socratic, or anything-ic. (I hope you don't think it was just "ick.")
But those thoughts WERE weighing heavily on my mind, and I just had to get them out, so, ladies and germs, here they are for your reading pleasure.
Hmmm, I guess there's nothing else to say, but...

...Have a nice life!
Steve