When my grandparents would visit us, we’d each get a little brown paper sack of candy. Bubblegum, Jolly Ranchers, Tootsie Rolls, that kind of thing. Unbelievably exciting to get your own bag of candy you didn’t even have to share. And more often than not, there’d be a quarter or two in there.

I did not, but I love hearing about it.

In other words, some of us like to read while we eat.

If someone’s doing something where you can see it, it does not necessarily mean they’re doing it SO THAT you can see it.

My giant son got to install our new smoke detectors.

Every state and local government needs to tax the hell out of centi-millionaires and billionaires right now. Like, immediately.