I think about my Dad a lot. Right about now, I think about what he'd make of the world we live in. Outwardly, I imagine he'd still delight in playing the contrarian to piss me off (and, in an interesting turn of events, my Mom, who's become a serious and vocal lefty over the past few years after being a quiet moderate for a long time). But I think he'd recoil at the divisiveness in our society, and I'm quite sure he'd be viscerally upset at the President's* contempt for our armed forces and the foundations of our government.
I wrote a piece here around this time of the year in 2015, and I think it holds up, which saves me from having to do a lot of deep thinking (or at least off-the-cuff writing) today. Instead, I'll just think about Dad, and hope that 70-odd days from now we can begin to regain our equilibrium as a people.
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