Everybody’s fine and everybody lies.
That pretty much sums up the essence of life, doesn’t it?
Last Saturday I watched the Robert DeNiro movie, “Everybody’s Fine.” DeNiro’s character, recently widowed Frank, has four adult children scattered across the nation whom he has invited home for the weekend. He wants everyone to sit at the table together, just like they used to. He wants to know that he was a good dad, that his kids love him, especially now that his wife is gone.