Last night, I was working on a post in my head while lying in bed, all crotchety and ornery, about what an old man I am becoming. Those darn kids who live near Initials' place kept making a ruckus and kept me awake; 4th of July be damned, it's late and I need my sleep!
And then, this morning, I awoke to the joyous news, and then realized that the bulk of my knowledge of Jesse Helms and his hard-line conservatism comes from his being mocked in the Sunday comics.
Maybe I'm not as old as I think.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.