I’d like to think the vague unrest I feel is due to advancing age.

Yet people much younger than I share the same uneasiness.

As an old-timer, I must confess that a lot of it comes from the nation’s capital.

I grew up in a household where the Constitution lay next to the Bible on the family bookshelf, along with grandpa’s “cud” of chewing tobacco, which my aunt called an “abomination.”

She wasn’t political, though. The only time I heard her angry was when a fellow she didn’t like got elected to city council.

I won’t go into details. Everyone involved is now deceased.

Back then, all city fathers and government officials were men. I believe she was a suffragette in the back of her mind, along with the latest knitting pattern and a recipe for goulash.

The thought that good women were barefoot and pregnant prevailed. She had lost two daughters to death, so practiced on me.

Recently before I could go to sleep, I thought about her. What would she have to say about today’s news?

She loved “Lucy,” so she probably would change the channel.

Avoidance is a great deal among many older people, though they are quick to talk with newscasters at rallies and on fairgrounds.

She wouldn’t. TV did a feature on my dad once and she sat quietly.

It wasn’t too long after that when an admission to the hospital for a blood sugar test ended her life. He heart had a weak spot and it leaked.

I had the same weakness, but advanced medicine took care of it. She would be 120, so it probably wasn’t available when she passed at age 66.

Her widower, an old cattleman, downsized and gave me lots of things, which a burglar also liked and took away when the family wasn’t home.

When I read about the homes of elderly persons being hit by burglars, my heart aches.

People simply don’t care.

We are being beaten up by politicians and people that could get rid of them won’t.

Or is it my aging psyche talking?

I scream at the morning TV and no one answers. I beg our elected officials to help the needy and they send down boxes of food. This time. What will happen when it’s gone?

Too old to run or climb stairs, I would help, so I wait for younger people to take charge, donating money when I can.

I voted, but now people who didn’t win are trying to have the whole election thrown out. I’m only speaking for myself, but sportsmanship needs to prevail. Someone wins, someone loses. That’s it. Can old-fashioned fairness prevail?