DO YOU BELIEVE IN MAGIC?

I spent a couple of hours yesterday scouring the perimeter of the Wolf Trap parking lot, hunting for bottle caps with my three-year old son.

We got a good three-year old’s handful, some shiny and pristine, some rusted, nicked, and flattened.

At one point, I picked up a discarded ticket stub from the New Cars/Blondie Road Rage Tour. I showed it to my son, who threw it on the ground with quick disdain.

“That’s not a bottle cap, silly!”

Rock on, Sebastian. Rock the fuck on...