You think, somewhat naively: “Why would someone cheat me?”
Then you open your phone or computer and the gypsies are trying to steal your info again.
Soon, cynicism becomes your salt and pepper. Mistrust your closest friend.
We live in a time when scamming people has become a line of work. The colleges must offer majors.
We also live in an era where everything feels twisted and in need of repair. Not politics, of course. But everything else. Network TV. LeBron James. The NFC South.
Thankfully, it’s Halloween week, and we can drown our sorrows in Snickers bars.
And when the harvest moon comes up over the ARCO station, radiant as a Rembrandt, it stirs my cold, hard heart.
