On Wednesday nights Scout has an indoor soccer practice and I happily repair to a tavern around the corner for a quiet couple of pints and a burger. Last night, though, another soccer dad was there. A Trump voter, it emerged. A sneaky, city Trump voter. An ex-lawyer Trump voter with a lot of annoyingly well-educated anger over the shortcomings Obamacare. Anger well-argued, but so long-harbored that it had turned the man's breath putrid.
I came home, brushed my own teeth, deleted a post I'd written for today that I also judged to be rancid, and promoted the Friday Happy Hour Video to Thursday, because I'm going on a brief vacation tomorrow—from everything, I hope.
So without further fucking ado, here is the lovely 1966 film "Paddle to the Sea," The last time I saw it, I was sitting on a gym floor in the third grade school in Hudson, Ohio. A more innocent boy.