I grew up in the 1960's in Weatherford, TX, a rural community composed mostly of gasoline stations and evangelical churches, 28 miles west of Ft. Worth–in those days, a city considered to be a primary target for Soviet nuclear attack.
John Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas 60 miles away in 1962. My high school was on the verge of winning a regional championship that fall. And, in spite of the popular belief that the assassination presaged World War III, on Friday night, November 22, we played football.
Thus, at an early age, did I learn a little something about absurdity and the contradictory ways humans devise to mitigate life’s mysteries and uncertainties.
I have been a student and observer of the human condition ever since.
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