One Person at a Time.

I feel like the world would be a better place if we had all grown up with an Elvis Room, a Portsmouth square, if we had all matured with a Barley Pub.

I spent Saturday evening in the company of friends who have been the bedrock of my world since I was a teen. Gay. Straight. Artists. Cooks. Musicians. Geeks. Parents. Black. White. Asian. Hispanic. Assholes. Saints. Diseased. Health nuts. Friends. People… All of us just people. People who started as strangers.

People who wouldn’t have known each other if we hadn’t had a place to go where everyone was welcome.

We weren’t always all friends. We weren’t always all tolerant. We weren’t born knowing each other. We worked at it. We introduced ourselves. We learned about each other. We learned about ourselves.

We’re still learning.

Do you want to change the world? Do you want the world to change?

Start small. Make your heart a place where everyone is welcome.

If you’re afraid, that’s OK.

Start with one person