The following editorial was published in the Examiner a number of years ago. We felt it was still relevant, in fact, possibly more so than when first printed.
There was 1941 (for this country at least) when we found ourselves involved in the great world conflict. Or 1929 when high living plunged us into the great economic crash. The holiday seasons weren’t quite so joyous during those years, and the following ones weren’t much better.
We might go back even further — back to the year 753 of Rome (so dated by the monk Dionysius Exiguus, though later