4:25 PM, August 25, 2018

Under strange skies.

If you’ve followed Storyteller for any length of time, you know what I think. Senator John McCain embodied the words, honor, integrity and service. While I didn’t always agree with his positions,  I always respected him. I always thought that he cared about my country.

Now, he’s gone.

Last night I spent a long time thinking about what those words mean. What they really mean. You should too. Especially when it comes to modern politics. Politics in 2018. We have an opportunity to get back to those words. For those of you who read Storyteller in The United States, vote in November.

Rest in Peace.

Senator John McCain

August 29, 1936 – August 25, 2018

Published by Ray Laskowitz

I am a visual storyteller. I've been making pictures for some 40 years. I travel the world in search of the right image. in the right light at the right time. You can reach me by phone at 505.280.4686, or by email at Ray@Laskowitzpicturess.com or Pictures34@me.com. For a quick look at my work please go to www.laskowitzpictures.com.

10 thoughts on “4:25 PM, August 25, 2018

  1. Thank you for this. I didn’t know how to say what I felt about him, but you captured it perfectly. I was out of the country when Sen. McCain died, and it was strange to be disconnected from all of the tributes and collective grieving. Your call to action (to vote) is probably exactly what that honorable man would ask.

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    1. I wrote early, in more depth, when he first announced it to the world. I wrote about it again today. His, and Aretha’s passings, have both moved us. There are two more things we can do. I read what Ken Burns had to say when he talked to the late Senator about his documentary’ “Vietnam.” We can vote, for sure. But, we owe everybody our respect and our willingness to listen. We all need to tell our stories. In that way, our current polarized state will come together.

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  2. It’s kind of why have so many friends on the line. I try very hard to listen to their stories when we are on a down time. Brass band musicians who play on the street usually have had a terrible start to their lives. Hmmm, I just gave myself an idea. 🙂


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