Civility Won’t Save Us

In the view from outside my window the trees in my backyard sway from east to west. The meteorologist said this was going to be a “big one” by which he meant that in a few hours debris would turn the concrete streets into a mess, littered with whatever the storm has brought upon it. I am watching my children watch Paw Patrol. “Grab the cable and pull him up,” Chase says to Rocky. My children, Asa and Ava, are sitting side by side, intently learning lessons of help in the time of trouble. The power surges.