From the New York Times, an essayist from Minneapolis.

In the resistance we drive minivans, we take ’em low and slow down Nicollet Avenue, our trunks stuffed with hockey skates and scuffed Frisbees and cardboard Costco flats. We drive Odysseys and Siennas, we drive Voyagers and Pacificas, we like it when the back end goes ka-thunk over speed bumps, shaking loose the Goldfish dust.
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In the resistance we play Idles loud... In the resistance we drive the high school car pool, that holy responsibility, the ferrying of innocents among the wolves.

A beautiful, well written essay of the resistance. It brings to mind some of what was written 80 or so years ago in Europe.