I wish it were better.
I wish things in this country were better.
So much anger.
So much hate.
Vitriol, violence, vapidness.
What a strange time to be here.
I used to say that if I had to pick a different historical era to live through that I would have picked the late 1950s and early 1960s.
Now, I’m not so sure.
This isn’t so much fun.
Everything is more intense.
When I was a kid, if my shoulders were sunburned, my skin would bubble and burst.
The skin beneath felt raw and hot.
Everything seems raw and hot these days. Like my shoulders.
I understand a lot of the anger.
But understanding it without taking action does not amount to much.
This is not the time to sit on the sidelines, waiting for someone else to do something.
This is our time.
These are our 1960s.
We must decide where we stand.
Ask ourselves who are we going to be, exactly?
The test has arrived.
Will we succeed?