A black and white photo of a building with a large vertical silo next to it that reads “Dairy Barn Stores.” There’s a vintage car parked in front of the building. Trees with no leaves in background.

Dairy Barn was a drive-through convenience store popular on Long Island when I was growing up.

Archie Goodwin on the joy of voting

From “A Family Affair,” a Nero Wolfe novel by Rex Stout:

I have never understood why anybody passes up that bargain. It doesn’t cost a cent, and for that couple of minutes, you’re the star of the show, with top billing. It’s the only way that really counts for you to say I’m it, I’m the one that decides what’s going to happen and who’s going to make it happen. It’s the only time I really feel important and know I have a right to. Wonderful. Sometimes the feeling lasts all the way home if somebody doesn’t bump me.