On a breezy summer Sunday
evening, Colin and the kids pick me up from work. It's dark as we drive
home with the windows rolled all the way down, Colette fast asleep in
her car seat.
We pull up to numerous red lights next to college students
(also with windows rolled down), where I become vaguely aware that the
Wiggles are playing full-blast from the CD-player.
Since Tiernan forbids
anyone to touch the volume these days, we do not even try to muffle the sound. Instead, I reach over and take hold Colin's free hand, and
laugh.
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