I recently went to Boulder, Colo., and I know an Ann Arbor when I see it. (I grew up in Ann Arbor, Mich.) Such a beautiful place, Boulder. Wonderful to live in, no doubt. And a citadel of the Left. An Ann Arbor.
The latest: Boulder has banned ice cream at its Parks & Rec facilities. Let me be more precise: They have banned the selling of it. Unhealthful, you know. (WFB liked the distinction between “healthy” and “healthful,” “unhealthy” and “unhealthful.” There are about three of us weirdos left.)
This made one eight-year-old boy nostalgic. The world was so different when he was young. “I’ll get over it,” he told the press, “but then it brings back a lot of memories of me getting ice-cream sandwiches. Like this one time, when I was eating one very slowly, so it melted all over me. It makes me feel sad to say.”
The boy, Andrew Gafford, was moved to write a letter-to-the-editor: “Boulder can’t tell the parents what to do, because the parents are doing a good job of helping us grow up and telling us the rules. I say leave it up to the moms, the grandparents, the great-grandparents.”
This boy should be writing editorials for NR, pronto.
P.S. I must say, I have never eaten an ice-cream sandwich “slowly,” much less “very slowly,” in my life. I don’t see how it’s possible.