I found this short story that I had written during the earlier days of the 2020 Pandemic. Thanks goodness for Churches.

Earlier on Election Day, Tuesday, November 3rd, Lizzy and I were driving back to the lake house after a full day of working at Poor Creek Farm. Our oldest son, who lives in Boston, calls us on our cell phone to check in. After chatting for a few minutes, he asks, “Who did you vote for?” We laugh at the question because he already knew the answer. Elizabeth and I were among the Americans who had voted early. Davis, on the other hand, was going to vote later that day because he wanted to cast his vote on the actual Election Day because it felt more participatory. I can proudly…

My last blog probably upset my conservative friends. This one will probably upset my liberal friends. I am ok with that.