Another Open Letter to Kleinheider

Dear Absent-Mindedly Charming Kleinheider,

I know we have our disagreements.  You are wrong about everything and I am insufferable about pointing it out.  If I were a proper lady, I would just let it go and stop reading you.  You probably wish I would.

But, every once in a while you write something so quirky and endearing and just so you, that I am unable to give you up.

Today, that thing is

B-Mo notes on Nashville’s Metroblog that our interstate system is fifty. Indeed it is. And America hasn’t been the same since. I don’t mean that in a good way. [Emphasis mine.]

“I don’t mean that in a good way.”  Of course you don’t.

Darling, if any sentence has ever summed you up so completely, I just don’t know what it is.  I’m sorry.  I just find this so charming I about want to come over there and give you a squeeze.


Your Aunt B.