It’s been a hard day’s night…

So the Kid and I are running errands. We’re about halfway through, going down a busy street, stopping at many lights. At one of them, I notice a 26.2 sticker on the SUV in front of us. I know she has no idea what that means. But I do–and as a Dad brace myself for the history lesson I have to deliver.
“You see that?” I ask.
“What?”
“That sicker on the car in front of us.”
“What…?”
“Right there. 26.2.”
“Is that a radio station?”
“No–”
And here is where I was prepared to deliver the lesson. The whole thing. So I began with this:
“–It’s the distance, in miles, of the Marathon race. And Phidippidies…”
“Then why’d he buy a car?” she asked.

It’s been a hard day’s night.

Impeachment is in the air. I breathe.

Let’s get this done, as a country, mostly together.

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