Recognizing Societal Fragility and Making Substantive Preparations, by C.P.
I was raised in a small town outside the suburbs of Chicago, Illinois A normal kid in the 1970s, I really didn’t care about anything except getting out of high school and moving on with my life. I hated history class, geography was alien to me, and other than having to know the constitution in order to pass out of eighth grade, politics didn’t mean much to me, either. I did, however, try to get my fellow classmates to vote in a mock presidential election in 1980. My family didn’t discuss worldly events. In essence, I had no clue. After …