There is light at the end of the tunnel in my nearby industrial park but none in my morning newspaper. Sigh. I’ve reached at 69 years old an age that I remember my mother reached only in her eighties: the world’s complexities overwhelmed her. She began watching Spanish TV channels without knowing one word of Spanish.
This morning no shortage of insolubles. Iraq. Syria. Israel. Palestine. The Metropolitan Opera in NYC and its 17 unions.
What? Seventeen unions. One employer.
That fact alone has me reaching for the remote control.
What # channel is Telemundo Boston?
