Too often things get worse. Sometimes they get better.

I continue to be amazed by the political shift in Muscogee County, Georgia, where with 67% of the vote counted, Warnock currently leads Walker 70%-30%. Of course it's possible that as votes come in from outlying areas, this lead will narrow. But Warnock seems almost certain to win the county handily.

Muscogee County is mostly two things, you see: the city of Columbus, named after you-know-who, and Fort Benning, named after a Confederate general of no particular note. (If they wanted a Georgian who *was* of note, they could have chosen Longstreet. Wonder why they didn't ... no, wait, I don't wonder at all.) When I was there, thirty-five years ago, it was still the CSA.

One of our drill sergeants was an Alabamian who grew up just across the state line. He warned us, "Now remember, boys, when y'all go out on pass ... around here you ain't in the Army. You in the *Yankee* Army." This was not a joke, and some of my barracks mates still have the scars to prove it.

Some years later, when I'd gone from green to blue, I had a friend at Minot AFB who had been born and raised in Columbus. He was a just enough younger than me, six or seven years, for there to be a meaningful generational divide. I told him that story, and he replied that although many people up to and including his older brother's age still thought that way, people his age and younger had rejected it. A bad old world, of which they wanted no part.

I was politely skeptical. Maybe, just maybe, I shouldn't have been.

Things can get better. Far too slowly. But they can.