Tonight, my wife and her family were watching Napoleon Dynamite, and I was sitting apart writing syllabi. I was well into my ART 1010 assignments when Z, the 2.5 year-old, burst into my office and crawled up on the chair next to me and began singing a song.
It went a little something like this:
Jesus was born like America.
Jesus was born on a trip, on a trip, on a trip.
He was on a trip, on a trip, on a trip.
What else could I say but, "You're right. They were on a trip, far from home"?
Now, that first line, "Jesus was born like America," is absolutely like something Paul Simon would have written 20 years ago.