I grew up in a small New England town that celebrated the Fourth of July with special vigor. Among the festivities was (and remains) something called the Horribles Parade. We didn’t move to Marblehead until I was within a few months of my tenth birthday, so I was at a more or less perfect age…
Whenever I need to translate Danish passages of more than a sentence or two for this blog, I let Google translate do the heavy lifting and then I just tidy up whatever it got wrong (or awkward). The most frequent mistranslation I encounter is “The Bite” for Biden: en bid is “a bite,” biden is…
