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Frank Cotolo
December 20, 2018 |
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The following is a speech I have given to people of all ages in a few small towns across North
America as an homage to the passing year.
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That's it for 2018. Its time has run out.
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Now what? First, we look back over the 12 months just passed and we realize we have forgotten so
much of what happened in the world, no less how it affected or did not affect us individually or
as a member of mankind. Some of us will recall only the good things, being subjective and
selective, which is totally unfair to reality. But memories are strange that way (and in other
ways) because they tend to steer clear of misery, which, let's face it, dominates life.
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This past year, like all past years, will be gone soon and it is useless to debate that fact,
which like all facts, is true, miserable or not as that may be to the young, the middle aged and
the older. We all become melancholy when a year ends because it is the anniversary of so many
things, all gone, some peculiar, some recognizable, some pertinent and some meaningless.
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