The Levee Breaks
Thoughts about the future on the morning of the election
4 min readNov 3, 2020
by James Kaelan
It’s election day, 6:43am. I returned to Los Angeles last night after a week in the woods just west of Seattle. Our one-room cottage stood adjacent to a horse barn and a three-bay carport full of diesel trucks. The key we used to unlock our door was decorated with an American flag and a screaming…