By Kent Oswald
If my son is the apple of my eye, what kind of genus Malus have I progenerated? The other day he actually set down his new PS5 to ask, “where do white supremacists go for seafood? To no response he answered, “The Ku Klux Klam House.” He was definitely giggling too hard too hard to hear my silence; certainly too focused on his joy to see wheels turning as I wondered if I have (so far) raised my teen to be a racist bastard or comedy genius. The only settled answer is that whatever I conclude, his mother will disagree.
“I write to discover which side of the Manichaean battle I fight against.” – the writer