I Could Make Lisa Smile.

W was running for his first term when I met her. I caught a couple buses and a train and ended up in downtown Philadelphia where I could finally see her again. Long distance was not a relevant obstacle. Lisa had just left her campus and was heading back home to her parents with me in tow.

The air was getting colder and we could see our breath fluttering away. White picketed fences, white houses, white people and star spangled banners all over the suburban haven of Chester County. We took a detour so she could walk me around Avon Grove High, where she graduated just a few years ago. She showed me where the cool kids sat, next to the bleachers by the football turf.

Her parents had a Bush/Cheney sign on the lawn. They were some of the kindest people I ever met. It felt like a Rockwell painting. They had apple pie ready for us. It didn't matter to them their daughter was dating this young lost rebellious soul. Lisa made them proud. And to them, I had to be a kindred soul because I could make Lisa smile. In my own world of opposition, confrontation and dissension, everything had to be black or white. Suddenly, a shade of grey blossomed in me.

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