A year ago today, on Juneteenth, I posted this article. Little did I know then that this country would be in a much darker place. It's hard to imagine how we got here. At this very moment my son is protecting protesters who could turn violent on a dime. He has too much integrity to catch the Blue Flu. He literally cares about the people he serves, obviously more than I do because I even wish he'd catch the Covid so he wouldn't have to be out there among the crazies. My nerves are twisted in a knot of anxiety for his safety along with those of his wife and children. He has buddies and colleagues who have been seriously wounded or worse, and many who just aren't willing to put themselves and their families through it anymore. The following piece I wrote back then is even more pertinent today:
I was in a hurry. My to-do list was longer than my arm and yes I was speeding. I saw flashing lights in my rear view and pulled over...
I was in a hurry. My to-do list was longer than my arm and yes I was speeding. I saw flashing lights in my rear view and pulled over wondering how the heck I was going to finish my errands in time to get my mom to her doctor’s appointment. I handed the officer my license and registration and watched him walk back to his car. Drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, I noticed that one of the items on my list was right there across the road. Hmmmm… I could probably drop off these photographs in the time it took for the cop to write my ticket. I tucked the paper bag of pictures under my arm and darted out. I heard a shout.
“STOP! GET BACK INTO YOUR CAR!”