Hi Miriam,
You asked:
"Just where is it that you think you can go to live a free and unfettered
life?"
Well, one possible answer can be found in the lyrics of a Frank Sinatra
tune. Heck, we'd better get busy building space ships anyway in case trump
really does turn out to be a climate denier because if he is, Mother Earth
will not be fit for human habitation by 2040 or so. I forgot where I've read
this, probably in more than one place. Some scientists believe that we're
very close to what they call the point of no return beyond which it will be
impossible to reverse the impact of man-made climate change.
Boy am I glad we made pot legal here in Massachusetts because it will be
easier to maintain a ready supply. This way, I can be sure that I'll be
caring less about all this doom and gloom! LOL.
Bob Hachey
Fly Me to the Moon
By Frank Sinatra
Fly me to the moon
Let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring is like
On a-Jupiter and Mars
In other words, hold my hand
In other words, baby, kiss me
Fill my heart with song
And let me sing for ever more
You are all I long for
All I worship and adore
In other words, please be true
In other words, I love you
