Finding a place in this world to be happy

I got an email a couple of weeks ago from a Journal reader inviting me to join some people who play pingpong Wednesday nights at Little Skookum Hall Community Club.

This is one of the fringe benefits of being a newspaper columnist.

I went, and for one of the few times during this plague, I recognized that the activity I was engaged in, which required being indoors sharing air with maskless and hard-breathing people, was worth increasing the risk of contracting COVID-19.

We’ve all had to make decisions about the hill we’re willing to die on during this 2-year-old plague. It’s a risk vs. benefit...