As a young boy, I often went up to the local coffee shop with my dad on Saturday mornings. There they had a string of tables all lined up together. The men of the community – farmers, business men, teachers, oil field workers- they’d gather there and drink coffee, discuss politics, solve the world’s problems, and tell stories and jokes on one another. There were Democrats, Republicans, Independents, and the uncommitted all around that string of tables. From time to time, the discussions would get rather heated, because as they say … Opinions are like assholes; everyone has one. Yet, when coffee time was over and it was time to go back to work, they were still friends, neighbors, members of the same community. They’d take turns buying each other’s coffee, sometimes even a cinnamon roll or breakfast. They’d laugh and pat their neighbor on the shoulder and meet back the next day. They didn’t always agree, but they always respected the other person’s right to an opinion. They tolerated one another.
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