This was going to be a column about my family's annual vacation to Florida, but sometimes my kids ask me questions about the nature of reality. They don't realize that's what they're asking, but it is. And it's really a shame I don't have better answers for them, but I've always been a little hazy on the nature of it, myself.
I'm not even sure I believe in reality. I mean, there are as many realities as there are people perceiving them. None of us walks through this life in quite the same way. Each of us has a particular view of this world and this life, and none of us has the same view of this world and this life, and don't even get me started about the possibility that there are parallel realities we can't even access from here.
So I wrote some stuff about all of that in the Times Free Press on Sunday, when I actually meant to write about my family's vacation to Florida. If you want to, you can read it from your spot in your reality while I sit here and nurse this headache.