RECENTLY, my 14-year-old son, Carlos, accompanied me on a trip to give a speech alongside a group of politicians. In the large holding room backstage, the speakers milled about, making small talk before our speeches. Working as my assistant, Carlos handed me a bottle of root beer, which, unbeknown to me, he had been shaking. (Behold the mysteries of the 14-year-old mind.) Upon opening it, I sprayed a copious amount onto a distinguished member of Congress.
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