But maybe they got some warm feeling from Abe? For all his superficial lack of wholesomeness, he was the soul of decency. And since we all lived in lily-white Volvo driving towns, it might be good for the two girls to experience an urban scene and a diversity of Social Justice Warriors of all stripes and colors.

And despite snotnose marshals officiously enforcing rectitudes of political correction, and despite double blue ribbons of polite bike police inexorably corralling us into a cloverleaf covered cul-de-sac, and despite overzealous lesbians chanting “This is what democracy looks like!,” it was, except for its toll on aching legs, a nearly pleasant experience. The kids stayed engaged, and surely this was one incarnation of an essential aspect of democracy?