Driving through Beverly Hills yesterday, a large metal sculpture on the median strip caught my eye. From several blocks away, it looked to be a perfect red circle mounted against a white backdrop.
Imagine. It’s July 4, 1776. You live in Philadelphia. You’re twenty-five. You hang with Betsy Ross, who is 24, Alex Hamilton, 21 and Tom Jefferson, 33. It’s an exciting time, it’s a wild ride. You have a vision for a new form of government. Like Abe would later say—of the people, by the people and for the people.
I arrived in Washington, D.C., a bit battered and broken. The daily news twisting itself around my heart, making it hard to breathe.
I know that like me, many of you are disheartened and angry by President Trump’s decision to pull the US out of the Paris Climate Change Accord. While this is an incredibly short-sighted decision based upon ideological nonsense that will damage our nation’s standing in the world, I do not believe this is the end of the Paris agreement nor of the United States’ move toward a carbon-free economy.
I want to be really, really cranky. I want to throw a hissy fit. hurl sticks and stones, swear like a sailor, but I am not going to go there. I’m going to adult my way through this lunacy…