We've all seen the usual photos of Bernie. There's the official photo, smiling, his hair combed down, his suit pressed--but that doesn't really seem like him. Then there are the animated ones, his arms flinging about, his hair all over the place, talking in that staccato Brooklyn accent he's never lost. We smile and think, that's Bernie.
But, to me, this quiet photo someone took of him walking to work is the real Bernie. More than any other, it captures the essence of the man.
It's just Bernie going to work. Others take limos or have drivers or drive their own fancy cars. Bernie walks. Others have lackeys to do their bidding, go-fers on the payroll, assistants for the quotidian chores. Bernie carries his own bag. Others take off from work and some, like Rubio, rarely appear.
But Bernie shows up every day, like a worker on his way to the factory carrying his lunch pail--day after day, week after week, year after year, to fight for all of us. I love that about him.
And I think to myself, maybe it's time we repaid the favor.