New Cleats and Chanting

Photo by Philip Blystone on Unsplash

Last week I took my fifteen-year-old daughter to Dick’s Sporting Goods to get new cleats. We’d been trying to find a spare hour to go to the mall in Renton for weeks and finally eked one out on a dreary rainy afternoon, between piano and dinner. It had been a shitty day already. I’d heard ten too many sound bites from Donald Trump on the radio and I was convinced, beyond measure, that his message of selfishness, laziness, and stupidity was…