I voted against George W. Bush twice. But when he was elected, I went to work for him as a White House intern. I worked hard, I took my responsibilities seriously, and I looked for common ground with people whose viewpoints differed from my own. I love my country. I respect the office of the presidency. And I’m not afraid to learn from people who don’t think exactly like me. +++ Growing up as a Utahn, Western Pennsylvania was a magical place. There were lightning bugs at dusk and deer in misty hills and when my grandfather cut the grass it smelled sweeter than anything we had in the arid Rockies. And, of course, my grandparents’ house always meant games and cookies and fun with cousins. Later, when I moved to DC for grad school, it was even more of a refuge. I probably made that 8-hour round trip five times in one semester. To see my grandma. To see the brilliant fall oranges and reds on Route 30. To feel at home. Latrobe, Pennsylvania is literally Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhoo...