I think I’ve said this before, but: you know you’re getting old when you agree with David Brooks.
Pope Francis issued some practical moral guidance a few months ago that has stuck with me. When confronted with a panhandler, give. Always give.
Also, touch their hand and look them in the eye and recognize their humanity.
Since reading this, I have done none of it. But I think about it, and I appreciate that there is a moral authority offering me this sort of relevant, day-to-day guidance, and then I look sideways at myself, like, really? You’re listening to the Pope now?
Visiting people’s old personal blog links is like walking through a ghost town. Derelict. Post-apocalyptic.
And yet, here overt stands. LMOE.
Inauguration day and it’s still surreal, but one thing I know I’m feeling is grief for 8 years with a President I respected and admired. My favorite political blogger rounded up some of his major accomplishments, and current events inspire fresh appreciation for the dignified and reasonable way he operated. Obama made me proud to be an American.