In this Friday’s big morning newspaper, I read the editor-in-chief’s small endorsement of profanity. Read the full story below.
Estimated reading time: 7 minutes
Tuesday dinner at the Rehnberg family’s home. In the ten seconds it takes for the son to describe his school day, he manages to squeeze in no less than three profanities. My wife sighs.
It’s your fault. He talks just like you.
Gets memories from a paved schoolyard in the mid-80s. My straight-legged teacher has tired of my profane language and takes me aside. Again. This time she uses cunning instead of scolding.
