OPINION – As dialogue dies, so goes democracy
GUEST COLUMN, J. Basil Dannebohm
On Sept. 9, 2001, I should have been celebrating my 20th birthday. Instead, I found myself bedridden with a debilitating tension headache. Though I was acquainted with the symptoms, it was a type of headache I rarely ever experienced. I visited my physician and told him, “Something feels terribly wrong. I feel as though something horrible is about to happen.”
The doctor assumed I was referring to my health when I spoke those ominous words.
I wasn’t.
I knew the severe discomfort was a warning about something bigger than me. I just didn’t know what it was.


