Over the years I have often thought of the term “The Luck of the Draw” —let me explain.

I had wonderful parents, both of whom held college degrees. They were kind, caring people who raised my brothers and me with much love. Dad had a good job and I don’t remember ever having to really worry about dollars and cents issues while growing up.

We lived about three miles from the University of Wisconsin so, of course, I continued with my education. It was here that I had the great good fortune to meet Ann (and the rest is history). I graduated and began my life in the world of business.

It was indeed “the luck of the draw.” Through absolutely no effort on my part I won The February 22nd Birth Lottery. Great parents. A nice home. Money. Education. Opportunities. And, of further assistance, I was a pretty good athlete. I hit the ground running!

Then I think of those who are less fortunate. Waking up in the nursery to circumstances totally beyond their control. Perhaps it is gender or ethnicity or race or sexual identity. Individuals entering the world and then finding themselves classified or pigeon-holed by a sometimes not so accepting or understanding society. Unequals!

Ann and I are proud to have as friends many members of the gay and lesbian community. They laugh and cry. Work hard. Shop at Safeway. Drink beer. Pay taxes. Buy Christmas gifts. Contribute just like everyone else -- and, oh yes, have told us some really sad stories.

At tomorrow night’s meeting, the Town Council will consider the adoption of a non-discrimination statement. While some might argue this is unnecessary in view of current language, Ann and I strongly believe “we” can never overstate the basic belief in “equality for all.”