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We’re there, the first half of August, and the last gasp of true summer. That period where we can still go to work without socks. Where we can look forward to a fair amount of blue sky and the sun being out after dinner. Where, on a breezy night with the windows open, we just lay on the couch and drink and watch whatever’s on TV without changing the channel…
…At least, that’s where we’re supposed to be. But nobody’s doing that anymore.
Why aren’t we there? Why are we still lovingly pissed off at our neighbors? Forty-three percent of Americans talk to their neighbors and only 1/3rd “trust” them. Why are we trudging around like it’s February? This summer, more than any summer in recent memory, has been particularly grueling. Things are ugly out there, away from the glowing screens and the content stream. (more…)