Life used to be perfect. We did not know it. We quote Joni Mitchell: “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” What I mean to say is, our lives were at the normal end of the “perfection” spectrum. We lived contentedly in modest dwellings. In our leisure, we read or went to movies. Sometimes we took a walk. Occasionally we saw a ball game (peer pressure). Some of our peers aspired to a suburban house with a three-car garage, but we never understood the appeal of the three-car garage. Then we met a man who drove straight from his heated garage to a heated underground garage downtown every morning. He boasted, “I never wear a coat.”
I couldn’t get my head around it.
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