I have a neighbor who’s a Marine and a Republican.
He and I disagree agree on just about every political issue.
After he read my last collection of cartoons,
his only comment, offered after a judicious pause, was:
“Well — some of us have to be right,
and some of us have to be wrong.”
We both laughed.
Then he mixed us up a couple of gigantic tumblers
of pure vodka garnished with pickled vegetables
(which is what he calls “a martini”),
grilled some huge pepper-encrusted steaks,
and we watched old Queen videos
‘til we got all weepy.
In this I believe there is hope for America.
The Pursuit of What Matters
in Troubled Times