My older brother had a teacher in high school, a cranky old-bird type, who used to warn his students: “When the bricks fall, my friend, they fall on you!” It was yet another of the many things I didn’t understand and thought it would get clearer when I grew up. I still don’t know what the heck it means.
And yet, it stuck with me, and logic aside, it does get at something. The bricks sometimes DO fall on you. Anybody currently feeling like the bricks missed them the last couple of years? Hands? One hand! I guess I have one reader in the top one percent of earners. Also recognizable by the self-righteous look on his face.
Everywhere in the world we see mostly cascading bricks. An opportunity to rebuild, I guess. Let’s put some values in the mortar this time.