A Man Named Floyd
No one would honestly say America was in a great place before May 25, 2020. But on that day, the death of one man changed it forever.
Where all sides (will) meet
No one would honestly say America was in a great place before May 25, 2020. But on that day, the death of one man changed it forever.
It’s the worst the pandemic has ever been, I’m in one of the states with the worst numbers and the most resistance to public health measures, where education isn’t the highest priority even in the best of times, and I just signed up my last remaining virtual learner to return to in-person learning, effective yesterday. And I feel great–and terrified.
It’s now been nearly three weeks since Election Day, and more than two weeks since the Presidential race was called for Joe Biden.
“Age old wisdom” asserts that the young grow more conservative as they get older. In many ways for many people, that is true, sometimes drastically so. But it’s also sometimes true, and often advised, that as adults grow even older, they lose their need to conserve a world they will some day leave behind, instead entrusting that world to the young.
It is that month. The one we have every four years, in which Americans are battered daily with presidential election fireworks until they just want to fall asleep and not wake up again until Christmas morning. This year, however, we’re not sure when Christmas morning is coming, and the fireworks have been going off all year.