Last week I did not know who you are. This week you are known to be an extremist who craves attention. Shame! You carry a gun into the chamber of the Congress as your right to declare you are stupid. You refuse to follow rules and to not go through the metal detector because you are special and have the right to threaten other Congressmen. You tweeted locations for Congressmen during the riot inside the Capitol. You aided and abetted the rioters. Perhaps we should add traitor to your title as well. You have been noticed. Loud, stupid, carries a gun. The right to bear arms does not include the right to threaten. We are a long way from the wild west days past.
Class is in session. We went to an old elementary school with wooden desks one per student. No double desk for us. We were in the same classroom from 3rd to 6th grade. She sat on the other side of the room. We orbited but barely interacted. We danced in the same folk-dance group during those years. We must have been partners at some point. Colleen remembers being in the car when the rear passenger door swung open during a turn and I swung out over the street. She helped rescue me. I don’t remember she was in the car. I remember my dad kept driving along as though nothing had happened. We are together now. The circumstances that brought this to be were so tenuous as to be nearly invisible. But then again, it wouldn’t be the story it is if it were otherwise.