I had to take a long ride upstate to see the boy this weekend. I've long feared that phrase would have a different meaning, but thankfully we were simply going to see him for "parents weekend" at his overnight camp--despite the fact that he's coming home this Friday. Everything is so soft and cuddly these days. Back in my day your folks dumped you in the woods with a bow and arrow, a blanket, and a rain poncho and said "I'll see you in six weeks." And we liked it.
Anyway I got no complaints from the guards, I mean counselors, so everything was fine. Friday we've got a special homecoming planned. I guess I'll have to learn to say it with my chest.
At any rate for the ride up we downloaded a bunch of episodes from This American Life--you know, being the pimps that we are. By far the best was the one below which explains the Euro-crisis. It made me want to go visit Greece, like, right now. It sounded like big city machine politics on a national scale.