As Boring as It Should Be

I’ve come to be a big fan of the uneventful. I’ve already lived a highly eventful life for a block of many years. It wasn’t great — because it wasn’t the shiny, glamorous kind where the events were big parties or celebrations. It was the downtrodden and stressful kind, where the events were emergencies. Event after event, marked by sirens and firemen and EMTs we came to know by name arriving as regularly as the garbage truck. During all those…