I was so psyched about professional football season today. My team is going to do great and they had the best match up of the day. So naturally I was there at the starting kick off, driving my daughter to the National Women's Right's Museum. I had promised myself that I would take her there sometime this summer, and there was no way that having her sitting around doing nothing for six hours while I watched football could amount to quality time.

The museum was pretty interesting. It is easy to forget how far things have come for women in the past century and a half. It's only been eighty-three years since the nineteenth amendment was passed giving women the right to vote. Equal pay for equal work only passed in 1963. In the 1800s married women could not own property and might have been arrested for indecency for wearing pants. Not too long ago, women like my mother would take on not only their husband's last names, but their first names as well, signing documents as 'Mrs. John Smith'

I didn't exactly have to drag my daughter to this museum, but it would not have been her first choice of how to spend an afternoon. Our freedom is a bit like water: it is easy to forget how important it is to us. Maybe a couple of decades from now though she will remember that I took her there, and it will cause her stop and look in on her old decrepit father, or maybe she will take one of her children there (if she has some hopefully) and remember going there with me.

So I listened to the games on the radio anyway. My team won big time! Yeah!