checkout line tonight moved slower than a prime-time-allergic quarterback reading a blitz, twelve people deep and the guy up front paying in EXACT CHANGE like we got all night, and I stood there with one bag of ice sweating through my hand thinking about the flag that died on I-84 so I could stand in this line a happy man. 9-0. that's the only reason I didn't say something. faith got tested, faith HELD. write it down.