Peggy Noonan via Hugh Hewitt

I read this at www.hughhewitt.com by Peggy Noonan:

One good thing about good parents these days is they always look tired.  A lot have hard lives--two jobs, different shifts, helping with homework, cleaning the house.  But they also have the exhausted look of hypervigilance.

Once parents could take a break at night, park the kids in front of the TV and let the culture baby-sit.  Not anymore.  Our culture, they know, is their foe.  The culture brings sick into the room.  They have to guard against it, be hyper vigilant: "Put that off!"  "I don't care if your friends are going, we're not."

It's a wonder they don't revolt.

I wish I could have said it as succinct and clearly.

You See Stuff If You Look For It

I was driving through Bountiful, UT today during my lunch hour heading for the Subway.  I arrived at the intersection of 5th South and 2nd West.  Much to my surprise, a guy on a horse crossed 5th South heading towards the South.  I imagine 120 years ago that was a fairly common sight at the spot but it sure was odd today.  He looked good though.  It appeared he had Wrangler jeans on, a cowboy shirt, cowboy hat.  I looked around and all kinds of people were taking pictures with their phones.  I couldn't because I had to drive.

Next I was sitting in Subway and this little kid was laughing so hard in the booth across from me he kind of rolled on the floor laughing.  Well, an elderly man behind him turned and noticed this chap on the floor.  He said, "Get up off the floor and act like a gentleman."  The kid got up and was still kind of goofing around like a kid does and the old fellow turned and sort of flipped him in the head.  The kid got some watery eyes and called the old man Grandpa.  Well, I guess that is one Grandpa you don't mess around with.

Finally, I stopped quickly at a used book store and as I was entering I noticed a young lady walking away from me.  Everything about here was quite acceptable to the eye; nothing wrong with her morphology.  But she was wearing these boots, with high heels and as she walked I swear she looked like a wounded giraffe or something.  For the life of me I cannot reconcile that in my mind--females and fashion.