From the Post-Gazette today, the greatest headline in the history of newspapers:

"The specter of James Taylor is haunting my kid's bedroom"

One night, via the baby monitor, we heard Jack stirring, then calling for us. I went into his room and he said, "James Taylor's scary, Mommy." I told him that I didn't think he was scary. But Jack was convinced that James Taylor was in his closet.

I sat with him in the rocking chair for a while, and together we asked Mr. Taylor to go home. Jack pointed to the top of the door and said, "Bye, bye, James Taylor," and waved as his visitor apparently left.

...there is something I believe in more than I do in my country, and that is human freedom.

I have loved America first of all because she stood for this. Make us a nation of slaves, and I shall love it no more.

Clarence Darrow, 1920