I'm sitting here on a Philadelphia sidewalk near 30th Street Station waiting for a bus to Manhattan, and this dispatch isn't revelatory but rote -- a collection of the thoughts I imagine we all sort of have in situations like that pressing itself on me. Consider this my disclaimer.
This is not my loss. This was not my divorce. This was the environment in which I was raised. I remember always hearing how couples in those days didn't divorce. I heard that it was news all over Long Beach.