Susan is a little concerned. She may be right.
Lately I have taken to sending e-mails to Toronto Star columnists. I have also written to the Prime Minister on two or three occasions.
We're not talking about angry Tweets, or dozens of e-mail messages, or about indiscriminate rants, much less unpleasant
ad-hominen diatribes aimed at reporters and politicians. Still, Susan's concern is certainly warranted (she doesn't want me morphing into either Statler or Waldorf, those
angry old muppet men).
That said, I may be done with the few topics that recently prompted me to take to my keyboard.
This morning I was ingesting my daily ration of news (
Toronto Star,
New York Times, and
Quartz) and found it largely indigestible. This is a steady diet of worrisome stuff, after all. I can't write letters every time I read an item that rattles my cage. I'd spend my days doing nothing but. I certainly shouldn't devote too much time airing my concerns here, right? Who cares what I think, anyway?
So that may be it for a while.
Let me say this though.