This musing actually is dated, but remains apt….Between recently learning of Mario Cuomo’s death, again seeing Mr. Smith Goes to Washington, and having the usual new year aspirations, I guess I need get moving on that whole “living a life of meaning” thing. (No pressure there.)
Or, perhaps, maybe I should abandon that whole earnest do-gooder quest and sleaze it up like Jimmy/Saul. After all, if Atticus Finch can morph into a regressive racist, maybe I’ve still got a chance of getting rich representing drug dealers or, egads, some equally heinous entity – like BP or their ilk.
Who knows, maybe it’s not too late to attain bobble-head status!
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