|Kalkaska Michigan Farm|
So why this on this fine Monday morning as there are a thousand topics that are, well, topical. The world and the nation are in the petty squabbles and big wars, riots and ignorance mode, where black is white and white is some shade of grey. Human vignettes are replaced by movements and wholesale struggles and I think that is the key to my remembrance of all this.
There is a certain grounding that a trip to nowhere special to find a monument (historical marker) on a fairly out of the way pond, with a family that was as desperate as night and day in interests. My dad found the sign for my mom. My mom read the book so she could tell the story. I got to see a railroad station on a line running all across Michigan (train tracks are a passion) that actually ran through our backyard at the far end. That was an education of being human and sharing - something in powerfully short supply nowadays.
We might get some perspective on things by learning broadly and not being confined by intolerances small and large. We can still think about the big stuff but we can also find a way to put it aside for a few, gaze at a marker, cast a fly into so still water and think of Nick and getting thrown off a train and finding yourself there.