Walking the Dog, Facing the Storm of an Election: Why I Can’t Stay Silent
I am your Neighbor! As we approach one of the most monumental elections in my lifetime, I debated whether I should write a blog. Why? Because I live in one of the most red parts of the red state of Texas. I have also been quiet to avoid upsetting family, especially my brother and his family in Israel, by voicing an opinion contrary to their own. But I went shopping yesterday. On the roadside, I witnessed a rally with trucks carrying signs and flags, all for Trump and Vance, in a city where they don’t need to rally. I am also struck by the number of signs for Trump and Vance in my neighborhood. I'm not sure there are more than the last election, but as I listen to Trump and Vance, I can’t understand how so many don’t see the opportunity and risk in this election. So, in the light of that, I thought I couldn’t just stay quiet. Who am I? I am part of the male couple, a family at the end of your block who walks their dog three times a day and feeds a cat or two in the neighborhood, alo