From 2aeadc72ab319221c066dda5290c47df077ed490 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Madison Scott-Clary Date: Tue, 3 May 2022 19:48:31 -0700 Subject: [PATCH] Typo --- content/read/017.md | 2 +- 1 file changed, 1 insertion(+), 1 deletion(-) diff --git a/content/read/017.md b/content/read/017.md index efa5810..7ca513f 100644 --- a/content/read/017.md +++ b/content/read/017.md @@ -66,7 +66,7 @@ It's not until something big happens that makes you lift your head, look around, Saskatoon was such a brown place, too. Dust storms, summer droughts, wildfire smoke turning blue skies tan six months out of the year. You grow up with that, you'd expect to be used to it, but like I said, we spent as much time in-sim as possible for lack of anything else to do, so we knew what it could be like but wasn't. No reason to play out in the streets when there are AQI advisories. No reason to go shopping when you can't afford to buy anything, and all the toys you could possibly want are online. -I think that the Simon side of the family came with a heriditary pessimism that dogs our heels, so I suppose there may be a lot of that at work. My parents were pessimistic, so I was raised in that environment. Were others happy there? Maybe. Maybe they had taken it with them when the mine shut down. Maybe there were other places in the world with greater concentrations of happy people. +I think that the Simon side of the family came with a hereditary pessimism that dogs our heels, so I suppose there may be a lot of that at work. My parents were pessimistic, so I was raised in that environment. Were others happy there? Maybe. Maybe they had taken it with them when the mine shut down. Maybe there were other places in the world with greater concentrations of happy people. If so, I never saw them, unless they were online.