I like you as you are, exactly and precisely

In a post-truth society, I implore you to continue looking for the helpers.

Mr. Rogers’ senior class photo, 1951

I’ve been on the road for days now, traveling from Nevada and then to Arizona for a spell, and now finally, we have landed in El Paso, Texas, for one month, at one of those AirBnBs with a disproportionate number of mass-produced wall-hangings that berate you about “Family” and “Love” and “If your dreams don’t scare yo…