They are putting on quite a show…leaves in the wind. Fall will soon be a month old. Thanksgiving is just around the corner. The Old Man has seen several autumns but each is new. The mystery of life on earth. Each year has new diverse experiences. Life is a constant surprise. Like a kaleidoscope each turn of the prism reveals a brand new vision.

Democratic government is supposed to help its constituents not hurt them. Hate and frugality are not synonymous. Indeed frugality is in the eye of the beholder. No money for the poor…let the poor pick shit with the chickens. No money for the arts…plenty of money for a Ballroom or a botched job reflecting pool. ‘Let us give the rich more money…the poor and hungry can get off their butts and take care of themselves,’ the christian nationalist says with a pious smile. Mental illness is rampant in our stressed society. Let’s close mental health facilities and focus on cosmetic surgery and enhancement. Those with Medicare can find another doctor…our health care is golden,’ the Politician says with a burp after a fine meal.

Yet, we walk forward with hope. There is a reality beyond the rhetoric. We do not feel the need to embellish our past…are credentials…our passion. A confident sense of place presents the genuine article. It is not good to say you are an attorney if you are not one. The stock in perception versus reality only goes so far. The President makes light of we poor folks who are concerned about affordability. All is not well.

Fall leaves in the wind is a beautiful thing. What goes around comes around. We will sit at our Thanksgiving Table and rejoice in another year. The wind has caused us to dance.