Taking a Back Seat

I realize our daughter is a year away from driving a vehicle herself, traveling the same roads, finding new routes, switching lanes, paying tolls, exploring the world with the windows down,... and I'm already in the rearview mirror taking pictures while she just sits quietly in the front seat contemplating the road ahead.

The Little Thingies

Sitting on the Q train, stuck outside the DeKalb Ave. stop, the woman to my left with two children is screaming at the canned voice that announces "train traffic ahead," the Dice Clay clone to my right just unleashed a litany of expletives and then apologized to the schoolgirl sitting across from us, and in the fog of my massive headache I worry about the inconsequential things... like the fact that I woke up this morning to a world on the brink and Velveeta-the-Hut is still the president of the United States. It's just the little things that ruin my days.

President Comey

Things are so corrupt in the Trump administration and the links to Russia are so dangerously evident, that for all intents and purposes the various United States intelligence departments are running the country. For those who are worried about the Orange Jabba Slushee, his war-waging impulses, and his clear desire to push little red buttons, cease your fretting: he and his team of men, men, and more men are a gilded collection of castrati. I couldn't imagine writing this two months ago, but I think, for the time being, we're safe. Whatever you think of Comey, he's our president now.