Summary: Fear of dying in my sleep…of dying in poverty, no career I climbed up to reflect on… just a plethora of aspirations and thoughts racing like a flock of thousands of birds headed south…while America’s democracy and rule of law corrode…gin and prayers fail to relax me…But I am like my grandmother.She used to listen to talk radio late at night as she fell asleep, sometimes not until three a.m.…I watch the news on my laptop…
