I seem to have had a quiet life. Yes, it began with deciding the proximity of the next Nazi bomb through the tune of its whistle or seeing how many doodlebugs I could count in a day. Then 10 years of a Jesuit education, a long marriage, a 40-year career, and some 23 descendants.
But as I pick up my newspaper each morning I get a renewed sense that the world is changing at a tremendous pace.
I can’t specify the possible changes because that would take up the whole of this magazine, so I just mention a few which stick in my mind.
