Last night as the birthday celebration was winding down, he surfed around the dial and landed on each of the late-night talk shows now in reruns for a month. After a deep sigh, he got up and went to get a DVD off the shelf and watch some Scrubs for our late night yucks. I looked at him as he pressed play and said, "You know what you just did? That's what they are striking for."
He looked back at me, turned off the teevee, and turned on the NPR affiliate.