January 8, 2021

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Back in the 20th Century, we could stand on either side of a fence and talk to each other, parsing the news of the day that was always delivered at the same time each night by three, non-opinionated, fact-finding journalists. The news was pretty much the same no matter who you watched, and the fence lines were pleasant places. Of course, I was never entirely clear if fences were meant to keep me in or, more likely, to keep me out, but that never stopped me from searching for the gate which could usually be found with the help of the person on the other side.