I wrote my kid sister last night after my stint on the Hugh Hewitt Show (from the dungeon the lovely studios of AM1280 the Patriot) and reminded her of the high giggle our father would emit when something simply tickled him. It was a different laugh than the joke laugh, more glee than humor. And that's what the show was for me: a gleeful experience, fun punctuated by moments of sheer terror when Mitch would be looking for me to say something and I had to think fast. And it was made better by a call from Saturday show good friend DC from Brainstorming and the incredible amount of work, advice and encouragement from the Generalissimo. I would love to do it again, but while we're on again tonight, I will be in the classroom, doing the other thing that makes me occasionally gleeful.