Modern Life: The Cliff Notes Version

      Gordon Studer

I can tell by how few people have read today's earlier post that literature is dead. Nobody wants to read anything longer than a tweet these days. So here's a shortened version of the story I posted this morning:

After Helen's husband of 24 years died in a car accident, she was sad but at the same time felt that a new chapter of life lay ahead. At 52, she assumed there was plenty of time for more adventures and maybe even a new relationship. She wasn't in much of a hurry, which was too bad, because only five months later she was killed driving over a bridge in an explosion caused by terrorists.

You never know when your number is up.