A Penguin in the Orchard

Two Years

It’s hard to believe that tomorrow will mark the two-year anniversary of the beginning of the biggest political commitment of my life. 729 days after the fact, it usually seems like a different life. Skimming through the post, though, I could almost smell Union Station in Little Rock and hear the din of politics and idealism personified. It was a pretty amazing journey, but it seems very distant from the comfortable life in the little blue house on the wetlands.