We spent the afternoon at Fords Theatre, where the President’s Box still holds watch, as it has for 152 years since that fateful night when President Lincoln lost his life to…political hate. The theatre is, coincidentally, a few blocks from the Trump International Hotel, where protestors massed today for yet another cause: the immigration ban. Rebellion is suddenly the order of the day, and comes as a shock to many who don’t remember the era of large- scale protests in our country. Many of us who believed in traditional institutions feel like we don’t know where to turn, what to do. We have to make the difficult choice to stay connected to the world or hide out, although the latter seems impossible in the echo chambers of social media. Still, there is good in this new reality. We are being moved to action in ways big and small. We realize that past squabbles pale in comparison to the feast of problems before us. Maybe Republicans and Democrats will finally come together in a new coalition to do not what’s expedient, but what’s right. And, we will always have the power to control our own little worlds and freely send signals outside, hopeful that someone will listen.
I was amused to see signs assuring customers that the fish were raised in captivity, in case we feel guilt from watching Finding Nemo. Yes, these fish think the world is small and rectangular, just like the early explorers, and it is fine with them. Another customer, someone I probably would have never met, struck up a conversation on algae. It felt oddly satisfying to connect with two strangers– not over work or politics– just common interest.
The bucket brigade and alchemy are complete, and we are now waiting for it to clear, or show some sign of settling down. I know that an aquarium or other hobby isn’t the solution to the ills in our lives. Yet, when the world