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  • It is a foggy morning in April. Everyone is stumbling in their Monday blahs. The buildings are bleary eyed. Cars strain to start. Even the crossing guard is cross, cussing under her breath.

    And then, here's this kid – maybe three or four at the most, coming down the street dressed like a lobster. Bright red with a fiery orange belly and wonderful floppy claws. And he’s walking like a lobster, too, navigating this foggy Monday morning with the concentrated elation of his crustacean self. His red-orange brightens the world. That’s the power of imagination.

    Even the crossing guard smiles - and that is progress.

    "He can’t look like that," says a shell of a man "That’s wrong. Just look at him!"

    “He is shaking his fist at God,” says another equally hollowed one.

    And the two hollow men sat there and stared in disgust, chewing bitterly on their bologna-mustard seed sandwiches. (The sandwiches - it should be noted - were on white bread, no crust.)



    (First quote: Mitt Romney on gay classmate. Second quote: Franklin Graham on Obama's support of gay marriage.)


    photo credit: Peter Duong
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