The Native Iowan

Almost as sad as waking to hear of another ol compadre passing…

A dear, old friend, a guy I have known since the 4th grade, has allowed his dysfunctional mental illness to go too far. After over 60 years of interaction we have called it quits.

I am no quitter, I make a point of being very “view-point” sensitive. Just because we disagree, maybe even cant agree, we can still be friends and respect one another. But we gotta talk. We gotta listen.

I blame it on the modern mania that pervades and invades… Trump Derangement Syndrome is a real thing.

I can’t explain why, really, but I have a close connection with my ol’buddy, Tony. He has always been thoughtful, articulate and interesting. But things have changed.

I blame it on old age and personal unhappiness. And a lack of personal and professional achievement. My friend has become mad, mean and malicious. The world is no longer a good place in his mind. Sadly, Tony has lost his child-like-wonder.

And worse of all, he has closed the door to open discussion.

After a bit of discourse yesterday I received this: So please do not expect replies anymore. In fact, I would not mind if you did not reply to anything I wrote.

I heard this not long ago…

“Certainty is found only in a closed mind”

Sad that.

Another on bites the dust…

More later