When ignorance was bliss.

Occasionally. I think too much. About what might go wrong. When that happens, I slap myself in the face.  And start thinking about the stuff likely to go right. Makes me wonder. Why I have negative thoughts at all. Maybe it's that I observe. And tune in the news on radio and TV. And read newspapers. Full of reports. Of so many things that went wrong. Wars. Political skirmishes. Natural disasters. Makes me yearn. For times long ago. When there was no mass media. And one lived in relative isolation. When ignorance was bliss. --Jim Broede