Two weekends a month, and one night a week, I drive past Constant Street.
Shuttling my children to visits with X, it is on my left. Though I never notice it on my way to drop them off, the sign fairly shouts each time I drive out. It has been trying to tell me something for months.
Constant what? Turmoil? Attack? Fatigue and economic ruin? Thanks, I know already.
The common definition of “constant” is changeless, unvarying. The thought leaves me disturbed, breathless.
But the etymology of “constant,” the original premise of the word, is from com meaning together, and stare meaning to stand. Together, to stand, as in standing firm, steadfast or faithful.
I understand now.
Shouldn't...but Do 
Remember that your friends stand with you, too!
Reading your bog about “Constant Street” made me remember Elton Johns fabulous song; “I´m still standing”…
Remember the lyrics and the dynamic song, my friend?
🙂