Time waits for no one

I was talking with a friend the other day, when I heard Simon and Garfunkel’s “59th Street Bridge Song” and its lyrics, “Slow down, you move too fast; you got to make the morning last. Kicking down the cobble stones, looking at life and feeling groovy.”

Life was so much simpler back then. In Seattle, an eight-year-old could get on a transit bus alone and travel across town without a worry.

Life nowadays moves so fast we barely have time to think. Then the next problem rears its ugly face, and another day begins. You’re still not finished with yesterday’s stuff, so it just keeps piling up, day...