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see the crew holding up for Johnny Carson.
    Dad said, "The STOP RIDING MY ASS one I did with bigger letters because they've got to be able to see it through my rear window, and I'm up in the front seat. But if they're tailgating that close, they'll probably see it."
    I looked at him, at a loss for words.
    "How many times you seen some jackass do something stupid and you wish you could tell him? I keep these in the car, pick out the right one, hold it up to the window, maybe people will start to realize their mistakes."
    I'd found some words. "You installing bulletproof glass?"
    "What?"
    "You flash these, someone's going to shoot you."
    "That's crazy."
    "Okay, so let's say it's you. You're driving down the road and someone shows a sign like that to you."
    Dad studied me. "That'd never happen. I'm a good driver."
    "Work with me."
    He pushed his lips in and out a moment. "I'd probably try to run the son of a bitch off the road into the ditch."
    I took the cards from him and ripped them, one by one, in half, then dropped them in the metal garbage bin. Dad sighed.
    Jan came out the back door with Ethan. They walked up the side of the house to the Jetta and Jan started getting Ethan strapped into the safety seat.
    "Guess we're going," I said.
    "Your problem," Dad said, "is you're afraid to shake things up. Like that new prison they want to build. That'd be a real shot in the arm for the town."
    "Sure. Maybe we could get a nuclear waste storage facility while we're at it."
    I got into the Jetta next to Jan. She backed out, pointed us in the direction of our house. Her jaw was set firmly and she wouldn't look at me.
    "You okay?" I asked.
    Jan said nothing all the way home, and very little through dinner. Later, she said she would put Ethan to bed, something we often did together.
    I went upstairs as she was tucking our son in.
    "You know who loves you more than anyone in the whole world?" she said to him.
    "You?" Ethan said in his tiny voice.
    "That's right," Jan whispered to him. "You remember that."
    Ethan said nothing, but I thought I could hear his head moving on his pillowcase.
    "If someone ever said I didn't love you, that wouldn't be true. Do you understand?"
    "Yup," Ethan said.
    "You sleep tight and I'll see you in the morning, okay?"
    "Can I have a drink of water?" Ethan said.
    "No more stalling. Go to sleep."
    I slipped into our bedroom so I wouldn't be standing there when Jan came out.

THREE
    "Check it out," said Samantha Henry, a general assignment reporter who sat next to me in the Standard newsroom.
    I wheeled over on my chair and looked at her computer monitor. Close enough to read it, but not so close she might think I was smelling her hair.
    "This just came in from one of the guys in India, who was watching a planning committee meeting about a proposed housing development." The committee was grilling the developer about how small the bedrooms appeared to be on the plans. "Okay, so read this para right here," Samantha said, pointing.
    "'Mr. Councilor Richard Hemmings expressed consternation that the rooms did not meet the proper requirements for the swinging of a cat.'" I stared at it a moment and grinned. "I should call my dad and ask if that's actually written somewhere in the building code. 'A bedroom must be large enough that if you are standing in the center, grasping a cat by the tail, its head will not hit any of the four walls when you are spinning with your arm fully extended.'"
    "Stuff's coming in like this every day," Samantha said. "What the fuck do they think they're doing? You saw the correction we ran the other day?"
    "Yeah," I said. The city did not actually own any barns, and no city employees had actually closed the barn doors after the horses had left. It was bad enough our reporters in India were unfamiliar with American idioms, but when they got past the copy desk right here in the office, something was very very wrong.
    "Don't they care?" Samantha asked.
    I pushed away from the monitor, leaned