continuing:...'I have steadfastly refused to frequent that part of town. But when my son needed a haircut for my father’s funeral, I found myself driving my old walking route to school, in search of a salon open on a Monday. It was supposed to be in here somewhere. While navigating the service roads, I tried hard to forget. But while my son was being pumped up in his pneumatic chair, I saw reflected in the mirror a retaining wall at the edge of the parking lot. I know that pattern of stones. I looked at them every day during math. I was standing in my fifth grade classroom. And the military recruiting center next door would have been the lunchroom. And that drive-through over there was the field where, every recess, my sister and Danelle and I ran, circling and whinnying like wild, wild horses." Good column --only clipped small part.

My primary school is part of an open coal mine and a good job too. We are starting to feel guilt because we have been found at fault by our planet. We want to go back and start again. Probably all be hung as anarchists.
The amateur psychologist says.
We focus on little issues because we (many) have been taught to by TV. Look at the news (or infotainment) Focus on the late trains, not that the city needs to commit its funds to a decent public transport system that will have trains etc on time and no cars near a city. Just delivery trucks.