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To the extent possible, I suppose everyone keeps bad news at a distance. It's comforting not to get too close to flames that can burn your face off if you let them. But then ....
Then, every once in a while, the flames flickering outside a well-locked door walk in and make themselves at home.
Around here, an ice cream company filed for bankruptcy. The benefits promised to longtime workers , some in their eighties, were abruptly withdrawn. The economic pain comes surging through the door. Those who were formerly hungry and dispossessed at a comforting, intellectual distance are now your neighbors and friends, people whose hard work and credulity anyone might sympathize with. A promise is a promise.
Except, of course, when it's not.
And, almost as galling as the facts, no one says, "I'm sorry."
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