Thinking

I am a lawyer. I am the father of two. I am thoroughly “establishment.”

I am a son of the American Revolution. I am a great-great grandson of an Army of the Potomac sergeant killed in the Civil War; a grandson of a United States Army private in World War I; nephew of an Army lieutenant killed in World War II; brother of an Air Force captain in the Vietnam War.

They think I am one of them. They look at me and assume I am one of them.

I am not. And I sting.