I often sit. I often wonder. I think about people who have died. Those I will never meet: Jimmy Hendrix, Frank Capra, Aristotle, Genghis Khan, and Spartacus. The list goes on: Queen Elizabeth I, Claude Monet, Edgar Allan Poe, Shakespeare, and Sylvia Plath. The ones with mythical tones: Big Foot, Unicorns, Loch Ness Monster, Centaurs,

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I will not be remembered by many, but Americans will remember that day. The day we came to that place we are now.  In a hundred more years, adults will read about the missteps. How we became a nation of overeaters.  How grilled cheese became comfort food. We knew being on the political fringes was

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