A Note for Toritto – From 4/21/2020

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Most of you know I live in the semi-boonies of Florida in a small, gated, not particularly wealthy community adjacent to a typical Florida swamp.  Inside our community, which is a virtual wild life sanctuary, live birds and animals which roam our streets at will.  The water provides food, nesting grounds, nice weather and no hunting or fishing.

I do not live among retirees. I live among families, working people with children. I came here 15 years ago with my two daughters who now live lives of their own   Each morning before schools were shut down I would have coffee on my lanai watching kids walk or bike to school along the swamp road.  There is a fine charter school adjacent to our community specializing in a classical liberal arts college prep education and many of the kids in our community attend this school.

So each morning I would see the kids and occasionally they would wave and say hello to the old man drinking his coffee or having an afternoon cigar.  Since schools closed and everyone went into hibernation I haven’t seen too many kids on the swamp road.

Yesterday afternoon the door bell rang.  It never rings.  I got to the door and saw a young boy with shaggy hair on a bike riding away quickly.   l looked down and saw an envelope on the ground with a child drawn heart on the front.

Inside was a card and a note.

There is hope for this nation yet.

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