I remember yesteryear as if it were yesterday. I remember the good times along with the bad. I remember standing in Shea Stadium with more than 50,000 screaming teens while the Beatles tried to sing over their screams, “Help! I need somebody!” I also remember the devastating assassinations of JFK and RFK and how our nation mourned together as one. In the words of Dickens, it was the best of times and the worst of times.

Fast forward to more recent times. Other than differences in specific circumstances, our overall lot is pretty much the…