Change is in the air, and not just because lots of people spent the weekend marching for science.
Science. Think about that for a minute. It’s like a march for keeping everyone’s desk organized, or maybe for castor oil.
Since when do we have to march for something so obviously good and essential?
Never mind. Everybody knows since when, so there’s not much point going there. It’s the world we live in.
That world has been wearing on me, so rather than supporting the Earth on Earth Day or marching for science, I decided to do something I could actually control, like get my kids to behave all weekend and go hiking with me.
Yeah, I know. It’s easier to get a rich man to pass you his money through the eye of a needle, an eye welded shut with a tiny blowtorch the size of a career politician’s scruples.
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