Letter: A metaphor for our time
When my husband and I first moved to our new house on Red Mountain Drive in Glenwood Springs, the Seventh Street bridge over the Roaring Fork was only one lane. There seemed to be no problem with folks having to wait their turn to cross if traffic was heavy, but one day we heard a continuous honking of horns, two different ones, from that direction.
Upon investigating, we discovered that there were two cars, nose to nose, in the middle of the bridge, honking at each other. Obviously, neither was going anywhere; there was a stalemate, not only for the two on the bridge but for those in line, waiting to cross. Fortunately, one finally backed out and traffic flowed again.
It wasn’t long after that that the bridge was widened, but what a great metaphor for what is going on in our government. And wouldn’t it be grand If there were a widening of perspectives and vision among our leaders so that the government could function again?
Perhaps a hint as to why that isn’t happening yet can be found in the coincident racist behavior of a college fraternity and that group of 47 Republican senators — reprehensible both. Though the senators were of all ages, there were some young’uns there, perhaps tainting the letter signer’s judgment with fraternity mentality.
When will they all grow up?
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