>Political Panderings. . . and more (Originally from July 17, 2008)

>I sat in the passenger seat while Dad drove down the interstate; I still remember dashed lines┬árolling toward us. We entrenched ourselves in our sides of the conversation. He must have been discouraged, as he tried to get through to his arrogant, teenage son, who thought he knew better than this his father. Indeed, I … Continue reading >Political Panderings. . . and more (Originally from July 17, 2008)