The knock came on the door long after we’d put the children to bed. I’d been expecting it. To me, caring for my family was far more important than obeying arbitrary purchasing laws. Nodding to my wife in a prearranged signal, I walked over to the door as she hurried to the back of the house. The bags had been packed since that terrible vote by Congress last year. I hadn’t expected it to be the last thing Congress would ever do, but there you go. Some had said that a dictatorship would be more efficient. If waiting in line for half a day to buy government packaged cheese is efficiency, you can have it.
