I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, wracked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.
I know what you mean. The note I got today says sometime after the hill closes, it will reopen later. What it will be no one knows yet. You have to be a member of boomers to see. Most of us are already there.
