We live in a marvelous time. We have the knowledge of the universe at our finger tips. We have the means to send that knowledge flying to the stars at warp speed. We are an opinionated race of Homo sapiens that have risen from the dark ages and both created paradises and the depths of hell on this earth. And we never stop to see how that progression goes until it has spent its strength. Social media is a mecca for those like me that have lived their fourscore and more, and have now retired to our favorite, I would say armchair, but it is more likely office chair. And now we are ready to tell the world how the cow ate the cabbage, as my mom used to say. If the subject comes up about war, you will have a half dozen or more battle hardened, grey bearded, veterans in battle fatigues with weapons (keyboards and mouses - or is it mice? hmmm…) poised to recount the strategies of both battles past and yet to come. If it is peace, we will have a heavenly chorus of tie-dyed, maybe choristers, rending a sweet rendition of John Lennon’s ‘Give Peace a Chance’. If it is about politics… Dear Lord! Don’t get me started! That is all well and good, as I believe it is our First Amendment that gives us that right. Hmmm, or is it the Second? Well, anyway. But there are so many, so very many that attack that keyboard and push that poor little mouse around so inhumanely, without taking care to document anything other than their opinion. Well, we all know about body parts; like opinions we each have several, just like everyone else, unless we have had a terrible accident or mishap at birth. So we should not rely on them? The opinions, not the body parts. We owe it to our progeny that when we set pen to paper, or letters on your monitor, that they should be researched and full of truth. Think of that 2nd great-grandchild that, 75 years from now, reads a page that grandpa wrote and looks up and with a red face and says in a quiet voice, “Papa really said that?” and walks out