Bob and I just returned from a brief trip to the District of Columbia, our nations capital. Bob had a job interview there, and I was just along for the ride. As we walked along the National Mall (Which is approximately a billion miles long; note to self -- next time bring a Segway...) I was hit with a string of Soffian memories of a time long ago. Bob (well-versed in US History, especially around revolutionary times) and I laughed about Old Hickory's policies and exchanged anecdotes about historical figures.
And as the shrouding fog cleared, we could see the National Christmas Tree in the distance, and I remembered that, despite it's many many flaws, I love my country.
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Soffian as in Mr. Soffe?
That's the one!
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