All in commentary

after poking and stabbing at various buttons on the dash with no discernible difference in the cabin temperature, Dad finally pulled to the side of the road, took off his gloves, activated a touch-screen and spent the next few minutes muttering in frustration at the bewildering array of arrows, plus signs, minus signs and icons available. 

changing dollars

Abruptly we pulled to the curb, and Matthew began to talk to a bunch of men sitting in lawn chairs under a tree: robed, Ray-Ban-ed, exaggerated cool.  I was taken aback when Matthew announced that these men would change our money, and it suddenly seemed that the transaction was urgent.

goin' back to gettysburg

I had some time to kill on a quiet Saturday morning in Des Moines, and so I went for a wander in our state capitol building.  I practically had the place to myself.  The security guys were bored and the woman at the info booth kept smiling at me in a challenging way, “Ask me anything.  Go ahead.  Make my day”. 

there's a battle coming

I wish that those on the right would stop asking me to be more judgmental than I already am, because I don't think that's a part of my Christian calling.  And I wish those on the left would stop beating me over the head with the word “tolerance”, when they clearly have something to learn about the word, themselves.