I appreciate my grandmother and father in a spanking new way. Neither talked about past hardship—they did what needed doing. How humbling, their sacrifices. What little I know of deprivation or terror. I must latch on to this worthy perspective. “Getting over myself” seems the least I can do. May empathy always triumph over ego.
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The same omens that alarmed Lincoln petrify us now. October 18th protests—November 4th elections—60 years of Neil Young. “There’s a full moon risin’ / Let’s go dancin’ in the light.”