This picture of my son will be emblematic of his generation. Looking up at relics of the past and asking, “What’s that, Dad?” … “It was something called freedom, son.”… “It looks hard, Dad.” … “It is, son. It is, but that’s why…” (cuts me off)… “my English teacher says that things that are hard are double-plus ungood, and that we must give thanks to King Barack and Queen Michelle for making all the hard things disappear.”