The other day, my mom read some articles about how people have been putting stuffed bears in their windows so that other people can go on “bear hunts,” walking around and looking for them. Yesterday, I think it was, there was an article in our local newspaper about it, and we put all the stuffed bears we could find in our house (we have quite a few) in our window. She also taped some paper hearts up that were left over from Valentines Day. Yesterday my brothers and I went with my dad to the high school where he is the principal. Because the mascot of the high school is the Bears, they have a carved wooden bear, maybe five feet tall, as you walk in the door. We loaded it on to a handcart we found in the hallway, and put it in the back of our car. When we got back to the house, we hauled it up onto the porch over our front steps, and mom put a mortarboard on its head. My dad made a sign, “We ❤️ the class of 2020!” They won’t get to walk when they graduate. School is closed for the rest of the semester. I hadn’t thought about that before. Today, I think he’s getting another bear from the high school, this one stuffed, to put in the window of Mom’s elementary library. I like the bears in the window. It’s like the videos you see of people singing with each other from their balconies in Italy. People supporting each other. People acknowledging that this is hard and new for everybody else. Maybe if we keep being decent to each other, if we keep the awareness that we all matter, maybe we might come out of this better. Maybe this pandemic will bring us together.