This column originally appeared on Palo Alto Patch.
I must have been seven, maybe eight, when I first saw that now ubiquitous bumper sticker. We were idling at a stop light in our huge beige station wagon with its ultra powerful V8 engine. In front of us was a well travelled VW bus with a singular message on its backside. The words were written in soft but commanding script and at the end of the letters was a blue and green orb. The bumper sticker said, “Love Your Mother.” It felt like a message from God.