“I am trying to get home to my son!”

I think of that line often. At least I think that’s the line.

In the ART FILM “Home Alone,” the mother is desperately trying to get home so she can see the kid they forgot.

Firstly, if you can’t keep track of all your kids, read between the lines. Secondly, if I recall correctly, he was glad to get some time by himself. Thirdly, he’s fine.

Anyway, in the uh third act, the mother is at some airport telling her sob story so some stranger will show pity and let her get to her north shore mansion. Eventually she rides back to Chicagoland in a polka band’s van.

I keep thinking of this mother because I too am yearn to recover. She wanted to see her kid, whereas I want to recover. Neither of us knew how to get where we are going or what would be there.

I want to believe — to borrow a phrase — THE BEST IS YET TO COME! For me, yes, and for the so-called free world. I have been looking at job posts lately, and it’s clear we have a lot to do. About a year ago, before my stroke(s), I didn’t feel as strongly. To last year’s me, I wanted to get a bunch of money and then basically fade into obscurity. But it turns out we have a ton to do. We need to keep life on this planet going. Well “need” may be strong! But as long as we’re gonna, we should not half-ass it. We have a lot to do. Here’s a partial list:

1. Clean up the planet

2. Clean the air

3. Clean the water

4. Figure out brains

5. Figure out how to not make a mess

6. Figure out spines

7. Figure out vision

8. Figure out learning

9. Incentivize good stuff

There’s more, obviously, but these are the low-hanging fruit. I saw some documentary, and it talked about how China had the genius idea to never mention Tiannememn’s Square, and now a lot of their adults are like children.

I’m afraid that’s where we are headed too. We have a lot of work to do, and it seems like we want to make things fun. I’m not opposed to fun, but it’s not all there is here.

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