Soapbox

Building Bridges

I was heading to pick up my daughter at the high school this afternoon, sitting in my red minivan with the "What was God before He became an American?" bumper sticker. A black SUV pulled up beside me in the left turn lane. It’s a beautiful day today and my windows were down, as were his. The young man behind the wheel was tapping his fingers on the dash and bobbing his head along with his music.

"Come together….right now…" he sang.

I tuned my head and caught his eye, and together we sang,

"Over me!"

He laughed in delight.
"Turn it up, baby!" I called and he turned the knob. The 20-something black kid with corn-rows and the middle-aged white woman in the mini-van had time for about three shared head bobs and a grin before the light changed and we went out respective ways.

Ah, the Beatles: 40 years of helping people come together.