But I have a more pressing, albeit not necessarily more important dilemma at hand. I’m taking my daughter to Florida this weekend (I have a speech down there, alas not open to the public). And she has been talking about it nonstop for three weeks. But now I discover that her “Nemo floaties” are missing. These are the inflatable floatation devices — branded with a “Finding Nemo” theme — that allow her to accomplish feats of buoyancy never imagined. They are missing. And to hear her tell it, not only should the whole trip be cancelled, but we should all fear for our very lives.
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Jonah Goldberg is a National Review contributing editor.
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