Thanksgiving On An Island Day 3

I went fishing on a Trumper's boat in Texas.
YUP. I, with my elitist 'libtard' views and my disdain to all things Trump. I, with my zero fascination with fishing. I, with my big mouth who is not afraid to go at it with a Trumper. Confession: I went fishing with a Trumper and I liked it. Not the fishing, god no, that is as boring as I had anticipated, but the southern man with the Trump hat and the sexist jargon - kept me fascinated. I even wrote down notes of some of his brillant lingo. Hey, I'm a writer. That's what we do...
How easy it is to judge a person, label them, categorize and store them in a box and throw away the key. We ALL do that. Especially over the last couple of years. BUT if we stay open, we may see a person beyond their box, and realize there is nuance there, and even a Trumper with completely different set of politics than me can become a source of curiosity. And knowing that I can be curious about ANYONE - is a way to exercise my power.  The power to see people behind the hat they wear.