We almost wished for another couple of days on the road so that we could have stopped to explore that city too. Almost.
And then we drove on to the city of brotherly love. Good old filthy-delphia. To start the next chapter. The one in which we see lots of houses where important people lived and worked.
We've trekked from place to place checking out all these houses.
From Benjamin Franklin.
To the current presidential administration.
To George Washington.
To Thomas Jefferson.
To James Monroe.
To James Madison.
To the homes and cities of friends scattered here and there around these historical locations and all the fascinating conversations that have been a part of those too-brief visits.
Had flaws.
Big ones.
For some, almost unforgivable ones.
Yet...
Despite their flaws. Despite the parts of their lives, the aspects of their world views, the bits of their stories that are unpleasant. Or that I disagree with. Or that shock me. Or that I find flat-out horrifying...
In the midst of all that.
Were ideas and actions and moments that changed the world for the better. And the ugly parts don't change the good that was done.
It can change my view of the men...and it certainly reminds me why it is dangerous to idealize, to idolize these real, these flawed, individuals.
But it also changes my view of my own place in the world. And that of those around me. Despite my (our) many flaws, ugly bits, inconsistencies in world view, there can be so much change, so much good done.
We don't have to be perfect or to have it all together in order to see something in the world that needs to change and speak out for that with boldness and revolutionary ideas.
Thank goodness.
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