Speaking of being awestruck on the Hill: I think I would like to take a week this spring and be a Washington, D.C., tour guide. Because walking down the streets when in town, standing in a Union Station cab line, I keep hearing the exact same conversation from twentysomethings who sound like they were probably educated in American schools: Oh look, there’s the White House. It’s always the Capitol dome they are pointing to, when I overhear it. I can only imagine that tour guides who know their stuff have stories to tell and possibly a very dim view of education in the United States.
At the very least, I need to know if these people vote …