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Sunday, August 23, 2026

August 22nd, 2026

 

   I rarely get political on the Chalkboard, and I don't intend to start today.

        Election Day is 72 days away, and something has been bothering me.

  Our political parties seem determined to stretch themselves farther and farther toward their respective edges. Somewhere in between are conservatives, moderates and liberals who don't recognize themselves in all the shouting anymore.

       Maybe fixing that is bigger than any one of us.

   My Oldman always told me the quiet guy in the crowd was usually the toughest guy in the room and the smartest as well.

The loud voices were usually mealy mouths who had never been punched in the nose or had never come up with an original thought of their own.

   That was my Oldman. A little rough around the edges, but there was some wisdom underneath it.

     Anybody can shout. Anybody can repeat somebody else's talking points. It takes considerably more strength to listen, think for yourself and occasionally admit the other guy might have a point. Not everything requires an argument.

       Certainly not one worth losing a friendship over.

  We have become awfully good at sorting one another into teams. Red or blue. Right or left. Us or them, but the person across the table is still your brother, your neighbor, your old friend, the guy you went to school with or the woman who brought a casserole over when your family needed one.

          Politics shouldn't erase that.

    So over the next 72 days, read, listen and think for yourself. Question your own side once in a while. Decide what you believe instead of borrowing somebody else's outrage.

    Then do your talking in two quiet places. A church pew and an election booth. Say what needs saying and pray in the first. Cast your vote in the second.

   Then walk out the door, shake somebody's hand, buy somebody a beer, listen to some music, watch a ballgame, call an old friend and get back to the considerably more important business of living.

      The election will come and go. Our lives won't wait for it.

  So reach for the gusto and astonishment, you gorgeous Chalkheads.

         There is still plenty of both out there for all of us…