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My next door neighbor passed away a month ago. We weren’t close, but we greeted each other almost every day for two decades and I would help her carry her Costco purchases up the stairs. She would sometimes apologize for being old and grumpy and I would joke that there was plenty to be grumpy about. The area where we really connected was that as a teacher, she devoted her career to young people, and my work is with transitional-age youth. I would tell her that I had to keep my grumpiness hidden because I didn’t want the kids to see my attitude and give in to hopelessness. And she would say that we just do what we can. When my ballot arrived the other day, I thought of her and wished that she could still be here and maybe have something to celebrate in a few weeks. But even though she’s not, I’m still doing what I can. This is for you, Sylvia, from the Undercover Grump. Let’s turn this shit around.