13 Candles

13 Candles

13 Candles

Once again we have a teenager in the house! After 23 years. It’s a bit different this time around being the grandparents acting as parents. Rules are stricter. Boundaries are tighter. The world isn’t as safe. Homework is harder. My historical “A”s in algebra and geometry are little help in tackling new math. There is so much more history to learn. Heck, we are history.

Once in a while we slip. We begin “When I was your age… we needed operator assistance to make a phone call… we walked through snow and sleet to the bus stop while carrying a pile of books three feet high in the crooks of our arms… we had only one pair of shoes… it cost a quarter to go to the movie and 5 cents for a candy bar… we had no seat belts… our TV was black and white and we had to get up from the sofa to change the channel… and the list goes on.

Little J says, “Well, these are my old times.” Kind of puts us in our place. Soon we must stop calling him “Little” J.

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