My dad and I argued yesterday about our respective choices for president. His opinions were so deeply rooted that nothing I said mattered. His voice rose - mine couldn't as I was wandering around Costco, but I also was truly trying to stay calm so that I could intelligently give him my differing views. Chris asked me why I bothered. I have to. I can't just ignore what's going on in our country. My dad has seen so much - he's a Depression baby, but I'm not - and I have kids and grandkids to worry about.
I don't think I'll call him for a few days. I can't wait for the kids to wake up so I can tell them. For the first time, in a very long time, I feel hopeful. It's somewhat of a cliche', but I really feel it. "The times, they are a changin'"