This Veteran's Day, please thank those who have risked and given their lives for our safety. While you're doing that, please take a bit more time to consider what we can do to support our vets when they return home.

Last week, I met a couple of colleagues for after-work drinks. We – three women – sat at the bar of an upscale restaurant frequented by older couples and middle-aged white businessmen. We laughed and talked and joked about whether this restaurant was the right place for one of our single friends to find a nice guy to ask her on a date. We drank wine and enjoyed the mild breeze through the window, and didn’t even notice as an older “gentleman” took a seat next to our group. This man somehow started a conversation about the election with my friend sitting next to him. It was immediately evident that this man was a supporter of Donald Trump and when my friend proudly proclaimed she’d be voting for Hillary, the man jokingly invited her to meet him in the alley outside to settle the discussion. He smiled, chewing on his $70 steak and sipping his $30 whiskey, and said, “You’re not scared, right? Because you’re a strong woman.” And he turned back to his meal.

Bowie was the first rock star that I recognized was a Rock Star, with capital letters. I didn't really understand the concept until I saw him as an "Oddity", a Star Man, and an Elf King, the Thin White Duke - or whatever it was at the time - in equal measure. I knew he was pretending, but it was also completely authentic.