Not all that unusual in these critical times for democracy.
But he also had another sign, that was unusual, that read: Veterans for Harris/Walz.
It got my attention. And in the many times I've walked by his house I'd always been hoping to chat with him. And on this beautiful fall morning on Southern California with the temperature hovering about 85 degrees, the opportunity presented itself.
I approached this gingerly, knowing not everyone wants to discuss politics with a perfect stranger.
"Hey, do you have a minute," I said.
"Sure bud, what's up?"
"I saw your yard signs, which I like, and was wondering if you can relieve me of some anxiety? I like to think people like yourself, veterans and current service men and women feel as you do and will vote against a man who has shown such unbelievable disrespect towards our military."
I grimaced before he answered.
"Well, I'd like to tell you yes, but I can't. I can tell you that officers and anyone who's been in for a while or older like me, can't stand the Orange Man. He is fucking dangerous (his words)."
"Well that's good."
"But the rank and file, not so much. They're young and dumb and all gung ho and they eat up his shit (again his words.)"
Adding...
"I have two young sons 19 & 26, both in, and they don't see it like we do. They think we're being overly dramatic and think he's a strong leader."
Turned out this guy was yearning to talk about the situation and we stood there for a good 15 minutes. It was enlightening. As well as disheartening.
I could feel my pulse rising and shortened the chat so I could return home and pop a low dose Petra Cannabis Infused Moroccan Mint.
Before I departed I wanted to ask if his sons were Suckers or Losers? Thankfully Lucy was tugging on the leash and my brain filter kicked in.
Sorry about the rash of Trump postings lately. I just want this nightmare to be over.
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