Believe me, today I intended to indulge in pure, sweet justified escapism. To explore briefly this matter of “love” and those who love. Or think that they do.
Alas, the opposite of love and affection countrywide, has forced me to compromise and include some necessary negatives, as well. But I know, for sure, that quite a number of persons who have approached me for Wordsworth MacAndrew’s “List of Love” will welcome my lead topic today.
Look. I’m not one to dwell on Special Days, these days. Mothers Day, Fathers Day, Press Freedom Day, International Women’s Day or Valentine’s Day. Why? Because the sentiments, actions and behaviours relevant to those singular observances should be an
