Remember when I was first struck by what was going wrong. It was in the early 80’s. Long enough for the false promises of the sixties and seventies to become presumptions, long enough for people to intuit something wasn’t right, but not long enough for them to be falsified. … It’s early summer. A woman was pushing a stroller across the street on Farmington avenue. I don’t know why but I understood from her body language something wasn’t right. And then I started seeing it everywhere. That nagging feeling that we should be happy but we aren’t.