Stories hold us together. Stories teach us what is important about life, why we are here and how it is best to behave, and that inside us we have access to treasure, in memories and observations, in imagination.

The resistance has already begun, in the courage of the Bishop in DC, in every act of kindness and charity, in all us old lefties rising up to support the poor and marginalized and gravely threatened ( and the ACLU), in our donations, and soon, in our song.

We get thirsty people water, read to the very young and old, and listen to the sad. We pick up litter and try to leave the world a slightly better place for our stay here. Those are the basic instructions, to which I can add only: Amen

The best news. I love Hunter, my brother in recovery.