A decade ago, my son, a talented writer in his own right, with a dry, self-deprecating sense of humor, published as his senior university thesis a series of original short stories, which he dubbed with the tongue-in-cheek title, “All the Things in the World.” Similarly, I occasionally feel there is so much on which to comment that I am left with the dilemma of opining on everything or nothing. And since illness sidelined me from this column last week, I have chosen the former.
