Muddlers Meet

I am not alone. I met another admitted muddler today.

My wife and I dropped in briefly at our town's “Fair in the Square,” an outdoor sort of flea market in our municipal square. She spotted a fellow senior exerciser and began chatting. Introductions were made and the friend identified me to her husband as the man who blogs as Muddling Marv.

Hey, he said, I'm a muddler, too. And so we commiserated briefly about muddling through the modern world. He said his printer was busted. That was proof enough for me that he was one of us.

I told him where he could find me on line if he was so moved and we parted colleagues in confusion about the world swirling around us.

Muddlers love company.