There’s an unopened credit card bill on my kitchen counter that I am trying not to think about. It’s been sitting there for days. There are three dental visits on it, a half-dozen trips to the gas station, a couple of boneheaded, “don’t-worry-I’ve-got-it” restaurant tabs, and at least two dozen other charges, half of which I won’t remember making.

I know I’m going to have to face the bill soon enough, but not just yet. One more day of blissful ignorance, I tell myself. But truth be told, leaving it sealed is making me feel ill.

It’s the same with the national debt, only on a slightly larger scale, of course. Millions of us are aware it’s out there — that nearly $16 trillion-and-growing Godzilla of a bill — but we try not to think about it in our daily lives. That sickening feeling about the future pervades nonetheless.

Kharar The rest of this column is available at Newsday Westchester.  A direct link to the piece is here. Thanks for reading!