LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
Dateline: January 1, 2020, still in bed, hiding under the blankets with my laptop.
New Year’s Day – when the “Over” meets the “Hang.” The two thousand-teens are over (thank God), and the two thousand-twenties (oh, God) dangle before us. Last night, I had resolutions and solutions for the coming year. But the solutions turned out to be 80 proof. And I’ve already broken my resolution not to bet Michigan over Alabama in the Citrus Bowl. Today, my stirring hopes have turned into a pounding headache. The world (I’ve just peeked out from beneath the covers) looks grim.
Instead of trying to cheer myself up, I’m going to treat my melancholia homeopathically, in a “like cures like”
manner, with a dose of contemplation about just how wrong things could go in 2020. There’s something oddly comforting about imagining worst-case scenarios. Maybe it’s because if you have any imagination at all, you can usually imagine something much more horrible than what will really happen. Or maybe it’s because we’ve all had that “silver lining” proverb drilled into us (never mind that silver prices have been somewhat sluggish over the past few years). Anyway, here it is...
HOW BAD COULD IT BE?
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