We stopped at a Chili's for dinner, and they had these tabletop tablets. The boys were thrilled; I was offended. I huffed to Matt, "Nice. They put screens in front of every kid. Why on earth would you want to sit at a table with your FAMILY and enjoy actual CONVERSATION during your meal?" We got rid of them when the food came.
Then we got the bill, and it turns out Chili's is not conducting an assault on family conversation; they are just trying to squeeze a little more money out of you. The receipt had a $.99 charge for "table entertainment" or some such nonsense. When I asked the waitress about it, she said, "Oh, you didn't know about the charge? No problem; I can waive it." I think that's kind of a dirty trick anyway.
Rushmore. Turns out, it was Rushmore, or St. John's School as it's known in real life.
Then on the very next block, we saw a public school that had to be Grover Cleveland High School. It's really called Lamar High School, and you can see it in the scene where Mr. Blume steals Max's bike, runs it over, and returns it to the bike rack.
Pete Townshend: You are forgiiiii--
Mr. Blume: ...about five foot three, 112 pounds, black hair, glasses, oval face.
Pete Townshend: --VVVEEEEEEEEEENNNNN!
Max: Thanks for bailing me out, Dad. Can you drop me off at Rushmore? I've gotta go get a teacher fired.
Back at our hotel, CNN was wondering if they were talking about ebola too much. Well, CNN, in the twenty-five minutes that I've been here feeding my kids some breakfast, you've talked of nothing else. Why don't you squeeze in another four or five panels of experts before I finish this waffle, and then I'll decide if I think you are showing excessive coverage.