Being an historian is a dirty job, but someone’s got to do it
I voted by absentee this year, so I was able to canvass for a little this afternoon before turning into Chauffeur Dad. I’m waiting at a large warehouse-turned-kid-exercise-palace, with a gymnastics place on one side and my son’s taekwondo place on the other. I was sitting on the floor when I heard a fellow parent, […]