Opinion/s
The Tug of War Between Empathy and Individualism in American Politics
Understanding the Left-Right Divide
Loud banging woke me up. Someone was hammering something.
I heard a power tool hum, it sounded like a circular saw, the ring of the blade as it finishes a cut is unmistakable. Bleary eyed, I pulled my curtains. Across — (can I use acrost? I only hear that variation in the US) acrost the street, they’re re-roofing the neighbor’s house.
You already know it, even in the December chill, there’s 10 guys in hoodies, changing the shingles. And yes, they had a small radio playing Spanish music. I couldn’t help but wonder — how were they still here, working in the deep red heart of Florida?
Maybe they didn’t get the memo because they were laying tile and laughing, almost dancing across the early morning skyline, weaving in and out among themselves and the hoses that drove the air hammers. There’s something to be said for honest work isn’t there?
I got to thinking about what’s in store for these guys. I’m hoping they’re documented but who knows if that even matters anymore?
