my brother the marine. my mom the protester.

I just finished my second day at Willow Creek. All I can say is that I have a lot to learn.

Since The Wife is out with friends, I decided I’d do a little cleaning (that’s right ladies…cleaning), pour a glass of wine, and engage in some good old fashioned democracy via the Republican National Convention to unwind.

The RNC is taking place in St. Paul, MN which is not too far from where I grew up.

My brother who just completed Officer’s Candidate School is securing high level Republicans at the convention as well as acting as an aid to a few delegates.  He is presently texting me from the convention floor.  (Just for the record, he is a registered Independent, as am I.)

My mom, on the other hand, is a registered, not to mention emphatic Democrat who makes her own protest signs with posterboard from Walgreens.

They have seen each other in passing most days during the convention…usually as the motorcade (which my brother has been riding in) makes its way through the wall of protesters that my mom is leading.

I love my family.