“Oh boy,” the man said gloomily, “doing the right thing is so frustrating sometimes.”

“What do you mean?” said the other man.

“I mean that when the right thing requires effort it would be easy to just throw in the towel and say ‘who cares?’ Especially when it’s something that you’d never get caught in anyway.”

“I see. Your innate sense of right and wrong must not be strong enough,” the second man replied with a tone of moralistic superiority.

“But if it’s a stupid law…” the first man said, his voice trailing off.

“I know what you mean. I once got a ticket for striking off into the underbrush in a state park. The Ranger said I had to ‘stay on the trail.’ What a joke.”

“Man, you got gypped. Sorry.”

At this point the conversation is over, because both men are steaming at their government.


Ok, so I was a little frustrated with copyright law. I feel better now, I think I’m going to have seven songs or so that we can sing at camp, completely legally! And I don’t have to pay for them. It’s a blessing.

“Counting coup” was a practice of the Native Americans, which consisted of simply touching your enemy in battle. It showed your bravery, much more so than killing him. I’d never heard of this in my whole life, but in span of one day I ran across it twice.

I accidentally called 911 the other day at work. We have this really old phone, and the ‘1’ sticks. You have to press it really hard and sometimes it’ll do a double take. So my dad’s cell number starts 915, so I’ve done this more than once. I’m always scared that they’ll be able to tell where the call is from or something.