Every kindergartner's roadside switchblade
I threw away a book last week. It was at a church book sale.
At first, the act of chucking a paperback into the recycling bin was thrilling. A heart-stirring act of rebellion. But later, as I drove away, I began to second-guess myself, wondering if that wasn't simply an act of censorship on par with book-burning episodes from histories past. If there was content I disagreed with, wouldn't it be fairer to find ways to engage in conversation with would-be readers?
But then again, if you saw a knife on the ground near a group of kindergartners, wouldn't you lunge for the knife?
That happened to me, by the way. Last spring.
May 28, to be exact: it's forever burned in Ben's head as his best-day-ever. "Dad, do you remember May 28, 2019?" he'll occasionally announce out of the blue. "When you took the day off work to come on our kindergarten field trip?"
I certainly do, son. I fondly remember the kindergartners poking their fingers at the jars of hot sauce and mayo on my patterned shirt, then te…
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