Stuck in the middle

Letters From the Home Front

Yesterday I was having one of those rare moments in which I was having a real conversation with Daughter No. 1. It’s not that we rarely chat, but rather that we rarely use the voice delivery feature of our respective "smart" phones to accomplish the task. Some things just require more than 140 characters.

She has a blog. And, it seems in her youthful exuberance last year to start her project (and in mine to deliver the domain name unto her) she stepped on some copyright toes. A very nice lawyer representing some people who are, by all appearances, also very nice gave her a month to change the name of her blog, recognizing that the contributors were in the middle of midterms and all. Now our time was running out.