My son and I climbed Monument Mountain this afternoon, which is more like Monument Molehill, unless you’re 53, fat, and afraid of heights. At the top, as I cowered against a rock and used my cap to blot out the view, a teen-aged couple clambored next to me. The boy said, “I wish I had brought a chisel.”

It occurred to me that couples ought not to be allowed to chisel their names into public rocks unless and until they’ve tatooed themselves similarly. I mean, if you’re not willing to deface your own flesh, then…

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