In the sun, on the stairs, smiling and squinting at the camera, there stood a crowd of people.
Kentuckians for the Commonwealth. It’s time for New Power!, the sign read.
And wait. No wait. Look there, that’s Katherine and behind her Julia and in the shark shirt and oversized hat, that’s Jack, right? And wait. Look. Four or five shoulders away, there’s their mom Jenny Bea and, yes, her mom VJ.
Let’s see now… Oh wait. Look! It’s my mom. My ever-loving mother. She said she was going, and sure enough there she is. And way over there on the other side, behind some rowdy sunglasses, is that Jenny Evans? Wait. Did I say rowdy? No, he who stands at the back wears the rowdiest of glasses. I’ve seen him behind a boat in those things. They make the thing go faster. My cousin Burt.
A long distance from here but squinting under a familiar sun. There are some of my people standing there among that handsome looking crowd. They work together. They work hard. They do good. And I know some of them fairly well.