A government agent interrogates me about politics.

At the post office:

Post office guy: Do you want flags or love birds?

Me: I feel like this is a political test.... I'll take two sheets of each.

I use my credit card and, to sign the receipt, I grab the pen-on-a-chain that isn't underneath my bag. It's at the left side of the counter and has a sign that reads "For southpaws only." I use my right hand.

Post office guy: That's for southpaws only.

Me: Yeah, I saw that. Now, I'll have to become left-handed. Government orders.

Yeah, well, obviously, I need some coffee. I set up my stack of bluebooks at Starbucks.



I do the NYT crossword and read half of a law review article. The music is piercing, squealy singing about passionate love. I'm sitting by the window. This is the view: