He lives just inside the entrance to our subdivision, a few houses down on the right.  Near the curb he’s laid out a small grid of white crosses, every one of them no bigger than the babies they represent.  Just beyond them is a dark blue campaign sign.

It’s wrong to assume so I should probably knock on my neighbor’s door and kindly ask.

What have you personally done to save the life of an unborn child?

Since abortion is an issue of such importance to my neighbor that it merits a front yard memorial, then I’m hopeful he’d have a very good answer – maybe even an inspiring list to share with me.

He could tell me about how his wife volunteers at the crisis pregnancy center.  He could tell me about how he simplified his life to carve out enough cash in a year to buy a sonogram machine for the center.  He could tell me about the girl he’s adopting.  He could tell me all this and more.

Or maybe he’s just pulling a lever for the presidential candidate he thinks will pull the lever for the Supreme Court justice he thinks might change abortion laws.

Maybe I should ask him.  Somebody should.