As I approach my ninth decade, and, supposedly, increased wisdom, there are still things I just don’t understand.

• I don’t understand pineapple on pizza.

• I don’t understand Barry Manilow.

• I don’t understand how Donald Trump could have once been our president.
  I don’t understand daylight savings time.

• I don’t understand how to pronounce correctly the Greek word for thanks.

• I don’t understand why so many people are suddenly gluten intolerant.

• I don’t understand how, four years ago, 74 million people voted for a man who would foment an insurrection.

• I don’t understand very, very hot chili peppers.

• I don’t understand the lyrics to most hip hop songs.

• I don’t understand string theory.

• I don’t understand why people would ever choose to ride roller coasters.

• I don’t understand the rules for offsides in soccer.

• I don’t understand what OPS+ is in baseball.

• I don’t understand how in hell we could have elected Donald Trump President of the United States again.