On the Ground
My father, my brother, and I are in Seattle.
My father is telling my brother a story. He went to a local jeweler to have some of mom’s rings re-sized.
The next day, he received a call. The store was suddenly closing on Friday. Come pick up your rings. And, everyone there is being laid off.
Unrelated, I mumble a bumper-sticker I see. “Hm. ‘Impeach Bush’.”
Dad: Is that a political statement?
Me: Well, it’s a political bumper-sticker…