Woot

So, yesterday I was out driving with my father. We air-guitared to a song when we were on the freeway, and afterwards, bickered over whether the song was Carry On My Wayward Son by Kansas, or some song by Boston. (I sided with Kansas.)

We bickered all morning, and finally I played him the Kansas song. He admitted defeat. I had been right about the song. Victory is a nice feeling.

Note to everyone:

Never question me about the song of my people.

--EB