Small wonder, then, that a venture from the mountain to the mall on the weekend before Christmas left me stunned. Too many people on the planet, I thought.
Then I spent the evening in the easy company of folks who had been friends for decades, through the making of careers and the raising of children, surprising each other now with the rising numbers of grandchildren. Ah, the happy comfort of shared histories. For the moment, I changed my mind.
Not enough like these, I thought.
