"Are we still friends?", inquired a nice co-worker of mine this morning, peeking her head into my cube. She asked because she voted for Trump. And I had tried to convince her not to.
"Of course," I said...then added, kiddingly, yet kinda not "...even though you've ruined the country."
"Well, I'm cautiously optimistic.", she said, with a smile.
"I'm cautiously packing.", said I, without missing a beat.
Thus ended a warm, cordial conversation this morning between the two Americas. At least some of us can still converse, across the Grand Canyon of polarization. We feel completely differently today. Two people in the same country. One cautiously optimistic. The other terrified.
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