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June 14, 2008



I too enjoy the company of the Boy. He turned 18 this year and will be graduating this week. Other parents always "laughed" at me for volunteering to drive him and his friends anywhere anytime. But I was the one who knew exactly where he was at any given time. I was the one who heard all the conversations and knew about the senior prank they were planning. Even after they turn 16, don't be too quick to give it up. It is priceless time.


My parents always believed that my bus driver was also a neurosurgeon. How else could I possibly have two entirely distinct brains, one for school and one for home?

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