Death panels are a classic example of criticizing socialism by describing capitalism.

Yeah, it’s really hard to judge a stage set that’s obviously incomplete and unlit. This could end up looking great… Or it could end up as a cringe inducing memory for years to come.

My dad likes Dire Straits, Clapton, The Police, Tracy Chapman, Bob Dylan, Roy Orbison. I know a few more from what he’s told me later in life, but those were the casettes/CDs he had around when I was a kid.

When I was a teen I tried to introduce him to the Pixies, but he looked like I was making his ears bleed.

It was my mom that introduced me to Pink Floyd though, which is really the only musical common ground I have with my parents (although I will definitely get whiskey drunk and belt out Dire Straits on occasion, or sing along to Orbison).

Take that! In 20 or 30 years…