As a New England sports fan, I am genetically pre-disposed to pessimism. This, despite the fact that I was not born here. Perhaps I moved to New Hampshire sensing it was a place where like-minded people would be accepting of my feelings that doom is the natural end-state for all human beings and that life is all about preparing us for that. Still, we are not merely simple mechanisms that repeat the same patterns of behavior and reiterate the same words until they ultimately become the thematic catch phrases of our individual lives. We are complex, non-linear beings and even someone as unsentimental about the state of the world as me occasionally succumbs to unbridled optimism.
And yes, that’s easy to say looking out the front bay windows of my three bedroom house as the spring rain does its very best to green up my front lawn.
