I don't and neither do you. But we're about to find out, my friend.
I suppose these feelings of uncertainty I've been having are not really that different from what goes through my head and heart each year at this time. But I seem to have more than the usual confusion and trepidation as I sit at the keyboard this morning.
There have been plenty of good signs out there for those of us who're foolish enough to dabble in the prognostication business. And plenty that don't auger well for the US. And for humanity, truth be told.
No doubt the best course of action right now is for this amateur culture-watcher and futurist to push away from the laptop and just let 2023 unfold. As it will.
Very well. I shall retire to my room, surrounded by televisions and streaming devises of several kinds, laptop and tablets at the ready. I'm confident that, what with my subscriptions to the Times, the Post and the Sentinel and nine other platforms and publications, I'll be on top of all of it.
And, nevertheless, be surprised, perplexed, confounded and bumfuzzled by a whole lot of it.
Damn, let's just chill and see what happens next...
"Bulldog Ben" Basile
