Speaking up for what you believe in

Something is wrong! I can tell by the looks on my dear friends’ faces: no smiles, twinkling eyes or self-satisfied chuckles.

We had gathered for our monthly cocktails out at a local restaurant where the happy hour fare is always good. Mostly we talk about the darling antics of our great-grandchildren. (We’re all in our 80s and 90s.) Though we’re disdainful of “organ recitals,” we do indulge in a review of our latest aches and pains.

Today is different. We all grew up in the best of times.