My son (the one who was born on the day the planet Pluto died) loved traffic jams and hated empty beaches. It comforted him to see lots of people all doing the same thing.
It comforts me too, to think about people, “from one end of this continent to the other,” all doing what John Adams so presciently (though chronologically inaccurately) prescribed 233 years ago. And it’s such a relief to feel, for the first time in eight years, what we’re supposed to feel on this day.
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