We Don’t Need to Reject Everything About the Past

A Note to Progressives

MidJourney’s version of a 1965 Corvette convertible

In the 1960s, my dad owned a 1965 Corvette convertible. When he married my mom, he traded it in for a more appropriate “family” car. A big part of me wishes he would have preserved it — so that I could have inherited it.

But, hey, I can’t complain. I had great parents. I’m glad they got together. I’m glad they had…