“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...