Two days ago a pick-up truck was parked in the neighborhood with this message in its back window:
You have no choice. You MUST move forward.
I viewed this with some surprise and a bit of foreboding. Was this a pre-election communication? Apparently so. I looked for the magical truck today to take a picture, but it was gone. Nevertheless, I have taken its instruction to heart.
A poet weary of words is an anomaly. For the future, I intend to move forward with hope and a positive attitude. For my part, that means doing my best to model, on a personal level, the attitude and behavior I want to see on a community and national political level: inclusiveness, respectfulness, and open-mindedness.
So be it.