France dispatched Morocco two to nil this afternoon, the first side through to the semifinals and never in real doubt of it. The result was the expected one, though I had hoped Morocco might make a contest of it; they were simply outmatched, and there is little drama in watching a gap that wide. Closer to home, a smaller milestone: I finally got a Costco Executive membership of my own, having leeched off my mother-in-law’s card long enough. A modest sort of coming-of-age, but one has to grow up somewhere.