Homecoming Reflections

I don't get back to Decatur much at this point in my life. I see family regularly at least three times / year, but two of those gatherings are not in my hometown. My adulthood's regular rhythm is in those visits, along with trips to Massachusetts twice a year for board meetings.

So coming back this weekend, for a homecoming game and to manage a few other errands, has been really neat. My high school classmates are army captains, practicing physician assistants on 12 hours shifts, PhD students, engineers creating car parts, successful artists, practicing lawyers, full time parents, shift workers, elementary school teachers, and so much more. Some have passed away, as well, and however much technology is irrevocably changing our society, I am thankful for these binding ties - especially for these people who came up with me through elementary, middle, and high school. There are only so many old friends like this that we get.

The band plays the same stand music, but in new stands over a field that looks different on every side now compared to my graduation over a decade ago. The student body is much larger - and growing - thanks to Decatur's success. But, some people - my middle school gym coach, the media clerk that's known me since preschool, the yearbook teacher - continue to enrich the lives of students and continuously build anew the community that birthed me. I look forward to the rest of the weekend's events.

It's in these places - the small communities where we all know each other, where reputations are built slowly and stories are told for decades - that we create the social bonds that nourish lives. I'm not a natural "social bonder" - so I'm so so so grateful to those that are - that have willed Decatur into the place it was and is, and who live out these secularly sacred words:
I pledge to be an active American
to show up for others
to govern my self
to help govern my community
I recommit myself to my country’s creed
to cherish liberty
as a responsibility
I pledge to serve
and to push my country:
when right, to be kept right;
when wrong, to be set right
Wherever my ancestors and I were born,
I claim America
and I pledge to live like a citizen
Oh and also - the Bulldogs won the game.

Memories of My Grandparents

All of my grandparents have passed, and I don't know if I've ever recorded memories of them in writing. I was reminded to finish this piece by my aunt's Mother's Day post.


This weekend, I made a trip to western Massachusetts, where I had a board meeting at my alma mater for a fund I help to oversee. That visit was lovely and normal.

The trip there and back was extraordinary. It's been busy at work, but without any planning, I was able get there and back easily, driving past beautiful countryside in NY and PA, on well-maintained roads (so smooth I didn't realize how fast I was going at some point), and with a thousand choices about where to stop.

I had freedom. I have freedom.

It might sound normal, but in so many countries around the world, its not normal, whether because of dictators regulating travel or lack of resources or corruption that diverts those resources from public roads. That freedom is my Right, and everyone's right, but its not a broad experience across humanity and I will always be thankful for it.

Outside Media, Outside Spending

I am a Georgian, and I don't like how long its been since I lived full-time in my home state. I subscribe to and read the news from my hometown (Decatur just agreed to buy a lot of land from a historic children's home and got named as a "good suburb" by some website), and keep up with friends in Atlanta who have seen multiple interstate disruptions in the past few weeks. I see high school classmates when I do get back, and I treasure the wonderful upbringing I had, flavored by places all across Georgia: Savannah, Jekyll, Cumberland, Rome, Athens, Valdosta, Columbus, Warner Robins, Augusta, Amicalola Falls, and the main trails in North Georgia maintains by the Georgia Appalachian Trail Club.

I say all this because despite my residency in DC for this tour inside the government, I feel much more like a Georgian than a "District of Columbian" or whatever the right term is, and the amount of outside spending and interference in the 6th district astounded me from afar, while the press coverage all seemed focused on the horserace and not the real, substantive issues that matter for the people voting. I heard of buses chartered and plane tickets bought so people could fly in and canvass, and the amount of paid media has apparently been choking mailboxes for weeks, while robocalls have swamped phone lines.

Ugh. I accept that "ground game" matters in politics, but persuasion should matter so much more - which is why volunteer phone calls and canvassing are the best form of political work. But so often, the "scripts" for volunteers treat the political landscape like its fixed or frozen, instead of being responsive to people as they read the news and keep up with events. When things are so nuts that a Georgian from outside the 6th district (native of the 4th here), living in DC, starts feeling a little resentful of all of the outside nonsense, you know its bad. The national press seemed so interested in a certain narrative that they turned a 30-year-old never-candidate into the effective incumbent.

Anyways, I think there's work we can all do, wherever we are, to support and oppose important policies. Let's let the Georgia Sixth make its own decisions, please.