We live in a place where we can look at our large sliding glass doors and see water, trees, birds flitting and wading. It’s not a large space — about an acre — but it adds so much to our lives. Sometimes bobcats wander through our yard. A raccoon visits and explores every stray leaf and flower pot for a possible meal.

When I read about how progressives want to cram us all into pods in dense cities, with nature at most an afterthought if it’s considered at all, this is why I rebel: we are happier here with our little bit of nature, with the view out the doors, and we’d be very unhappy indeed stacked like cargo in a dense city, surrounded by bustling masses of screeching humans and noisy dogs. Our quality of life would be vastly worse. I’d pay nearly any price to avoid that fate.

These sorts of progressives don’t have much power now. If they ever get some, though, it’ll be a personal and societal disaster.