One movie. Two salient memories. Three children.
That's the Year That Wasn't. A vaccine is on the way. And when, blessedly, the new year arrives, three weeks in a new president will start his first full day in office and things will finally start to be addressed in our (formerly and future) great nation after four Years That Weren't.
The movie sucked and I started getting sick during it anyway, as sick as I've ever been. The two salient memories were brief but intense for being in the Year That Wasn't, one during the pandemic and the other just before the scourge arrived full-blown on our our shores although it was already striding the earth. The three children, well, they just Aren't.
Jimmy, Johnny and Danny. JJ&D. Here's three more words, Parental Alienation Syndrome (PAS), very, very real and striding our western world.



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