Had a family dinner last weekend where my beloved SIL and Bro are presumed to be on “the other side.” We carefully tip toe around it. Then my bro volunteered that he registered to vote for the first time in years. We all held our breath. Then he stated he wasn’t on our side but he was closer than he’s ever been – and in a different place than at the election. Brought a tear to my eye. But we all immediately resumed tip-toeing. I remind my teens (who identify with my politics) that smart people whom we love very much often don’t agree on this – so it cannot be as clear as I think it is. I say the same as to religion.