“To everything turn, turn, turn There is a season turn, turn, turn And a time to every purpose under heaven A time to be born, a time to die A time to plant, a time to reap A time to kill, a time to heal A time to laugh, a time to weep” When I was thinking of what to write for my column this week, the song by the Byrds from the 1960s came to mind.
Actually the lyrics for this song are much older th…