During our pit stop in Cleveland inbetween campaign tours, my wife Liz and I have been coaching a soccer team at the local Rec. Center. (Liz is from New Zealand where soccer is big. I’m from Cleveland where only recently did I learn what a soccer ball looks like.) Anyway, Liz is the head coach and my main role is to say stuff like: “Nice kick kid!” And I’ve had the opportunity to say that a lot the past six games. Tonight was the last game, and our “Comets” fought to the end — coming up just one agonizing goal short. Our final record was 3 and 3. But more importantly, I believe, is this was six games where these inner city kids were lost in play, learning lessons about determination, sportsmanship, discipline…. What’s more, many of these youth don’t have a Dad at home to say: “Nice kick kid!” So they need to hear it somewhere. And in all this, somehow, sometimes: there’s grace. Note: The Cleveland Plain Dealer recently did an article on Mount Pleasant, a predominately poor and Black region of Cleveland. The article noted that in the 1960s, eight of ten Mount Pleasant children had two parent families. Now two of ten children there have two parent families.