My travel buddy said, 'Let's go to a historical site.' We drove two hours. The site was a foundation. The foundation was a rectangle in the ground. The rectangle was made of stones. The stones were old. My buddy said, 'You can feel the history here. The weight of centuries.' I said, 'It's a rectangle, buddy. It's a rectangle made of rocks. The rocks are old. I have old rocks in my yard. The only difference is this rectangle is in a different yard and costs two hours of my life and a seven-dollar parking fee. I'm not standing at a historical site. I'm standing at a very old, very flat, very rectangular piece of ground that someone decided was important. The rocks didn't ask to be history. The rocks were just rocks. Now they're a destination. Now they have a gift shop. Now they have a gift shop with a twenty-four-dollar t-shirt that says I Was There. I was not there. I am here. I was here. For two hours. For a rectangle.'