Yesterday morning I left a sleeping city to greet 2014 for the first time. “Hello 2014,” I said, “I think I’m going to like you.” (Fear not, friends. I have not decided to become an optimist, or anything so illogical).
Then I drove home. As I meandered around Detroit in a snowstorm, the city designed to facilitate commuting to the suburbs, I thought, this world needs the light to come into the darkness. Not only do my fellow drivers need to turn on their headlights, but this country of such abundance of wealth and ideas needs to turn a corner so that all of its people (drivers from the state to my north aside) might see even the smallest bit of these riches. Let 2014 be that year.