Hopping Mad

The other day I was whizzing to work up the freeway, listening to “Opus Number One” by the Dorsey Brothers, wondering if my parents ever did the Lindy Hop to this tune. Bright sky, tall towers ahead, a sense of purpose and pleasure. A small but potent moment of American joy. Can we find a way to ruin it?

Sure. The unexamined life is not worth living, and all that. Let’s see. Should I really be so happy?