Good News

It seems that the world is getting worse and worse every day–no, every minute of every day, especially when we read or watch the news. It’s always bad, bad, bad. That is my main complaint about the news today.

The truth is, there isn’t really more bad news happening in the world than there is good. There can’t be because governments all over the world would collapse if there were constant war, crime, famine, homelessness, and joblessness. But that isn’t the case, is it?

I’ve often wondered why the saying, “The West Coast is the best coast.” 

I remember going to Washington, DC, our capital, not the state where I was born. I was young and madly in love: he, my soul mate and soon-to-be lover, husband, and always-best friend. We discovered we both loved Enya, the artist, and bought all the CDs we could find for our future home together. I saw Les Miserables for the first time, and all these things were magical and new to me. I could love the East Coast were it not for the parking.