I took our sons Joseph and Jonathan to a football practice in North Creek, Ohio, last night. Joseph played split end and had a couple nice catches. Jonathan, the youngest one, was like a little Brian Uhrlacher (Bear’s middle linebacker) on defense. Overall, the practice was like something out of a Norman Rockwell rural gridiron scene. These young kids on an open grassy field all lost in the moment. It was absolutely heartwarming… On the way back, I did some campaigning. I stopped in Kieferville (pop. 100 and an abandoned gas station in the shadows of a faded, white oval “Pure” sign.) I put a campaign card in the window of the station, not to necessarily carry the Election, but rather as more of silent tribute to a time in America where things were slower, and more wholesome. (Read: ‘Pure’) Like the football scene we’d just left.