It’s taken me all this time to figure out how we got here, how we all got here. Looking back at the start of the Front Porch Movement in 2015, I honestly thought we could cut through the country’s polarization and find conversations that, however difficult, would still bring us together.

I miss Prince because I really didn't appreciate him when I should have. And sadly, it took his death to realize this.

After a full day at work and the nighttime ritual of walking my dog Sally, I could have easily walked inside, shut the door and stayed put for the rest of the night. But something was drawing me to another ritual occurring a mile and a half away. Inside Central Park, people were gathering all day singing Beatles songs as a tribute to John Lennon on the anniversary of his death. So that's where I headed, in search of meeting someone with a front porch story.

Today I attended a memorial service for the victims of 9/11. Not in a church. Not in a park. Not even on the ground. I was on board a plane that took off from Boston, just as two of the four other jets took off 11 years ago.