Week 416 // Tuesdays in November

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Tomorrow’s any other day
Get up just like you usually would
Everyone is cellophane before the wind

No I am strong against the cold
And you’re a rock against the flame
Bad ideas are commonplace this time of year

Once my father was a child
Down in the land that time forgot
But he sees truth
He speaks with clarity

And my mother taught me why
Good folks might curse but they don’t lie
I think of them on Tuesdays in November

I looked into my neighbor’s eye
I look away quick as I could
Even where you live you justify yourself

I’ll never be a perfect man
I’ll never grasp a perfect thought
Perfection is my enemy this time of year

And my wife flew ’round the world
And brought home stories of its pain
I trust in her description of humanity

And my mother taught me why
Good folks might curse but they don’t lie
I think of them on Tuesdays in November

Notes
The midterm elections have already snaked their way into these songs for weeks and months in various ways. Now they are just a few hours away. It’s tough to conceptualize certain days as both hinges of history and personal responsibility. Most days I imagine my responsibility as casting a fairly narrow net. Not on these November Tuesdays.

This song touches on our power and powerlessness, our responsibility to our neighbors, and the inspiration and strength that we can draw from our loved ones. In particular, I choose my parents and my wife as my central motivators as I cast my ballot. They are the people upon whose experience outside of my own I feel most able to derive my sense of the world. They grant me perspective and clarity. They describe my moral sphere, so I count on them on election days, which are the ultimate test of our morality as reflection of our external intent.

Go vote. I’d tell you to vote your heart, but that’s not what I really want. I want you to go vote for Democrats because the Republican party has succumbed to a vile infestation of malevolent bigotry. Not sorry. My mother taught me not to lie.

~M.E.

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