Yesterday, my eyes saw this:
If you believed that history had its eyes on you, how would that affect your actions?
While we are living, there is no way for us to know whether history has its eyes on us. I prefer to live as if history might have its eyes on me. In other words, I try to live according to my deepest values and beliefs.
If history does turn out to have its eyes on me, do you think any of the photos from today’s blog post might make it into a history book?
No matter what your eyes see in this blog post, I hope my eyes see a comment from you.
Many thanks to Hamilton, Bertucci’s (for the chocolate cake), my son Aaron (who is not really President of the United States), the Arlington Center for the Arts, Rancatore’s Ice Cream, and all eyes that are on me now, including yours!