A prosaic story about my weekend; this weekend I went to the mundane bug jam in at Dade City, Florida, with my sister and my intrepid dad. Before we could even leave, we had to wait over an hour for my aesthetic sister. When we finally got there, the people there were very assiduous. As we toured, we followed a circuitous route around all of the beetles. A lot of of the cars on display were very ostentatious. My dad, who is usually condescending, was actually nonchalant. However, dad was very benevolent and bought me a
