'Can't we all get along?'

The contrast was stark. On Sunday afternoon at 1:30, Linda and I sat in lawn chairs in our front yard on South 8th Street and cheered as the seniors rode by in their Graduation Parade. It was a time of great joy and love as waves and high 5s and thumbs up were freely given and the grads looked proud in their red caps and gowns, surrounded by friends and family.