Late to the computer tonight. I had to pick up some family members at the airport. They’re just back from a trip to Germany and Denmark. In Denmark they were able to meet and get to know our distant relatives, in Jutland.
Needless to say, I am filled with impotent rage and envy that I couldn’t go along. However they bought me dinner, so I chose not to steer the car into an abutment, sending us all to a fiery but magnificent demise.
Over at The Corner, Michael Potemra writes of “The Inexhaustible Chesterton:”
One of the things I have come to like most about Chesterton is that he is one of the few writers whose books you can open virtually at random, and have a good chance of finding a breathtaking insight.
I’m on vacation in Texas and was just looking for something new to read. Thanks for the idea.
I appreciate your restraint.
Reminds me of the guy who said he wanted to die peacefully in his sleep like his grandpa, not screaming in terror like all the passengers in grandpa’s car.