These kids … In the office the phone is ringing off the hook: Questions, complaints, volunteers. Coffee. Somebody brought in some cookies. Then door-to-door canvassing. They study the street lists, look at a map for directions. Later there’s a phone bank site to supervise. Two meetings tonight, followed by a staff meeting. Seventeen hours today. Where am I sleeping this week? I myself did this once … or twice. These kids do it better, naturally. As a group, they’re certainly more powerful. These kids give me a window into my past. What can I offer them in return? Only what I was given, many years ago. Experiences, for what they’re worth. It’s almost a time machine. These kids ignite my memories, and I travel back. Perhaps my imagination will be ignited and take me forward.