Veterans Day Twenty-Twenty, marked by new hope
SANTA CRUZ – As the sun begins to settle over the horizon to the west of where I’m sitting here in the mountains surrounded by an endless parade of Redwood trees, my thoughts as I end this Veterans Day are three thousand plus miles away thinking of a lone sentry as he, or she, guard the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier; marching twenty-one steps, turning, pausing twenty-one seconds, turning and marching twenty one steps back down that black rubber mat again.