Today, I drove four hours to and from Cincinnati for a jiu jitzu competition Cohiba was in. This was his first since he banged up his knee, and is relieved to have it behind him.
As I was driving down, I listened to the movie Cold Mountain, and then started the movie Lincoln-both Civil War movies. I was on the Ohio River, that division between the North and South, and, with the help of the imagery from the movies, imagined what the land had seen – the bodies that had walked, fallen, ran across it.
You know how liberal I am, socially and politically. It’s not hard to miss. I try to be discerning, to listen to people I disagree with, and to admit when I’m wrong and modify my opinion. I fear for my country right now. The leadership, other citizens who elected that leadership. This might be my anxiety talking, but I fear for another civil war.
My Armistice Day twitter feed is buzzing with stories from veterans about experiences they’ve had – war sucks, and on this day, people give speeches about learning from our past. I hope we have. I hope we find something to do with our mad and out disagreement. I get really angry with stuff that’s going on, but I do something about it. I march and yell. I call and write. And then I train jiu jitsu.
I hope we all find something to do.