We are so divided, what do we tell our children, our grandchildren, when they are old enough? I think I will tell them this:
I would rather sit at an outdoor café, sipping some wine, or a bottle of water, talking and disagreeing I’m sure, maybe even arguing quietly, with a group of leftists.
We could break bread together, while slicing some cheese, or snacking on some peanuts and granola in a bowl.
I would rather have these discussions at the café, sipping and snacking, than to hear the horrific sounds of black boots marching with shouts of hate, looking for a war behind every tree. Yes, I really would.
At least that’s my opinion.
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