One of the most memorable lines from the convention speeches was given to Sarah Palin. “The American Presidency,” she said, “is not a journey of personal discovery.” A lot, I remember thinking at the time, was packed brilliantly into those few words.
So, how’s the trip going so far? I know, I know. We just got out of the garage. Question is: did we back over the mailbox?
Victor Davis Hanson says: oh, yeah. And probably the neighbor kid’s new bike too.
Michael Ledeen says: just clipped it. But start watchin’ where you’re goin’, wudja?
This guy says: these things happen. It’s a steep driveway.
And this guy says: didn’t anybody notice that humongous oil puddle? The engine’s already smokin’. We’re not gonna make it anyway.
Me, I don’t know. Every summer car trip, my dad would announce: “We’re leaving at five.” In the morning, to avoid traffic, to get down the road before it got hot. You know the drill. I don’t know about you, but we’d usually pull out about seven. So I’m used to slow starts.
Of course, we never hit the mailbox.