You know you're old when you start to enjoy books on tape. So, it's official. I'm old.
We listened to Tim Russert's "Big Russ and Me" on the way back to DC on Sunday. I cried. (Not sure what's up with the raging hormones as of late, but I did.) If you haven't read...or, um, listened to...the book, I highly recommend it. Though be prepared for a bit of foreshadowing about death and loss and all sorts of other things that are now uncannily relevant.
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