I was born in the 1950s, and my great-grandmother told my mom not to get too attached until I made it through my second summer.

It’s a sad loss to me that now kids on road trips are so often plugged into their own music. How will we indoctrinate them? And you haven’t had a road trip until you’ve had a road trip with Little Feat blasting, preferably Waiting for Columbus.

I salute you from just a few years behind! I still have a few to give, but I’m definitely rationing them out at this point.

I know! Reprehensible as the message was, that is some gorgeous display type.

It’s like a rule that if someone’s going to talk about poop, you have to cast a blonde lady with a British accent. You know, to make it classy.

Me too! Breezing through those questions is high on the list of Long Dry Spell benefits, along with how easy it is to make the bed and letting body hair do its thing undisturbed.

Star isn’t nearly enough. Mad applause.

They’re all related, right? The version I heard was that Mothman was an apparition of Chief Cornstalk, warning people about the bridge collapse, because he’d set it in motion with a curse way back in the day but in the many years since had decided he didn’t want more innocent people to die. One of my in-laws had…

I’m so sorry. It’s a hard loss, your mom, especially a great one—I got to keep mine longer than you, but there’s no good time.

That was AWFUL. It was like having to choose between the sun and the air. But Tay is the sun and the sun rules over everything.

How sad. Belated condolences. And a fire, too—gosh, terrible.

I do need to place one condition on my assent: He has to learn when to spell “everyday” as two words.

Not long after McDonald’s started serving fancy coffee, I was road tripping and stopped at one in a sketchy area kind of late—I needed some coffee and it’s what was open. I order a vanilla latte and the young guy taking my order gives a huge sigh and yells back, “Jerry! There’s somebody here wants a vanilla latte,…

Same here. It’s like a carbon offset.

I guess it’s regional, but all I have to do is get on the two-lane and find an old-school country AM station. Some Hank, some Patsy, some George.

It’s the last week of Lent, starting with Palm Sunday and ending with Easter. (Christian isn’t part of the name, just an extra adjective, so that bit of my clunky writing may have been a factor.) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Holy_Week

Right, I get that, but it’s a problem when those same districts then turn to minority religions—usually Islam, although I’m sure it would also apply to Judaism in some areas—and say, sorry, we have this strong strong policy against accommodating anything faith-based.

Right. I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that the school district’s spring break falls during Christian Holy Week. I’m pretty thoroughly Christian and the inequity of this stuff just kills me.

That’s a great idea—I try to promote the fact that it’s available through letters to the editor etc. when the topic comes up. One of the provisions in the declaration is that it also be distributed to the media.