Thinking of you as America burns and I have been on yet another protest. I know this is just one more round in the fight for justice, and I know which side you would be on, and I am imagining the encouragement you would be giving. Standing next to me on the line this week was lovely, angry, 17 year old, so when I got tired, it was ok. I know that there are others who will keep shouting, keep pushing, keep going. I miss you, Sam, and I am home now and the kettle is on.