They’re saying, now, that after all the slowpoke years—the states dragging their feet on ratifying the Equal Rights Amendment—not enough voting in support, until Virginia opted in—all Biden has to do to get it into our Constitution is order the White House Archivist to publish it. That we’re supposed to send an avalanche of postcards on December 10.

I thought I’d find a big shiny Christmas card, cut off the front, and write on the flip side. The glitz would catch somebody’s attention, besides the elephant size. But then they might pitch it onto the pile of holiday greetings by mistake, not add it to the irksome one mounding higher and higher, all the plain pleas.

An appeal less appealing seemed better.

So I’m doing what I can to make the pile worse. Come Tuesday I’ll get Buster to pad along down to the mailbox, even if his only concern will be the squirrels.