Sometimes a picture explodes in my mind that’s too wondrous to let pass. This was one of them.
I’m driving in Carson City on Arrowhead Road to the office. I just returned from a stressful two-day meeting in Salt Lake City. I’m not exactly depressed – well, maybe just a bit.
Then I spot them. A grandma with a big sun hat, sitting on a stool and staining a wood fence. On the other side of the fence is a boy, maybe seven, who has a brush in his little hand. Most of his brown paint is landing on the grass below the fence or on his previously white tennis shoes.
They are talking. They are laughing. It’s a fabulous scene of Americana. I rush to my office to get Michelle, our photographer, so I can capture this scene for the rest of my life.
It’s so simple. The future of our country is just fine.
How do I know?
A grandmother is with her grandson, laughing, talking and painting their fence a loving shade of brown.