Tolstoy

Tolstoy
The last of the big winter storms is passing through. Preparations have been on-going, and I will be on the road one week from today.
Tolstoy ran away from home at the age of 82. He walked out the door without saying goodbye due, it has been said, to “deep spiritual and domestic turmoil”.
I am no Tolstoy, and any turmoil I am feeling is apparently not as deep. For one thing, I feel like my wife could use a break. But I also hope to discover a renewed appreciation for my fellow Americans. In these times of uncertainty and chaos, I hope to find a universal willingness towards cooperation, and a bottomless capacity for perseverance.