Lastly, we recognize our teachers, who are the caretakers of our children when they are out of our view and guide them to form their own opinions and awareness of the stuff of life.
And so it goes as it is with the gentle rhythm of the seasons. Last week we voted.
We interrupted our lives and descended on our voting places. We shuffled our feet, patiently waiting in line to secure our freedoms for ourselves and our children through a most meaningful event.
To vote is to experience that single private and individual event that has the most profound impact on our collective existence.
Joe D’Amore writes from Groveland.