ABSTRACT
I was born in 1945, midway between VE and VJ day. As I was growing up into political consciousness in the 1950s, it was easy not to like parts of the world I saw around me. After all, I was an adolescent. It was also easy to take for granted all that my suburban life offered me. After all, I was an adolescent. What was not easy was to put the two together. In 2005, when I first wrote this essay, and when I revised it in the middle of 2017, times were going awry, and some of my choices feel dangerously exposed and frayed. In the following morality tale, or rather tale in pursuit of morality, I will present the issues as they appeared, filled with the limitations, contradictions, and struggles of trying to make sense of the world as I went through it, making the limited choices life handed me.
