An extremely prosperous-looking dad, a bit younger than me I suspect, and his early teen Scout son, stopped by, oddly, in the remote, empty, Ace Hardware parking lot where I was working on the vehicle. How did they know I was there?
The dialogue lasted a good 15 minutes. The young man mostly led the conversation, I supplied most of the words probably. The dad was very aware of the conversation and I think a bit courageous to allow it to have gone on as long as it did.
I shared how dire the situation is in my view, the son politely said he did not see it as dire as did I. To that I emphasized that probably I am more optimistic than he in terms of seeing that everything we need to supply a livable Earth for the future is there, the technology, the know how, the the wealth, the renewable energy sources in massive abundance, everything, everything, everything except the only thing required, people standing up to make it happen.
I think the son heard this. I'm quite sure that the dad heard this.
Toward the end the son asked what I thought people should do. I said, what people should do is make the decision to put their lives in the way of this catastrophe. That there is no right way to do this. The Marchers over the Selma Bridge, it's not that they picked the right Bridge, or the right time, or the right day. It is that with dignity they put everything they were In Harm's Way to make it stop. And it was so total total, so dignified, so honest, so thoughtful, so selfless... that a soul Dead Nation could not avoid noticing, could not avoid beginning to wake up.
It was a lot for the young man to hear, probably too much. I'm not sure about the Dead. I think he heard. I'm glad we had the exchange.