I’m delighted to say that I woke up early this morning to tread out to my local polling place and partake in everyone’s favorite civic duty—voting. All of my election day experiences have been emotional experiences and today was no exception.
There are highlights and lowlights, but it’s difficult to make out the details of what has happened since my last post—a broad sweep of watercolor on wet paper. Time is like that. It bends and blurs in memory.
Eric was a popular kid and on track to receive scholarships to play hockey in college. But something happened along the way, something that derailed his future. Eric’s past haunts him and, seemingly out of nowhere, he has fallen into severe meth addiction. Hope is his sister.