Back in the 1990s, I chaperoned twice an annual trip to Washington, D.C. This was a two-week trip via bus with 70-something teenagers.
No small wonder that I’m the parent of an only child.
I’ve seen the future, people. And I’m only equipped for part of it.
They were, for the most part, terrific kids.
And one of them, a 4-H kid from West Texas, taught me the saying in the graphic. He must be in his late 30s now.
Dang. I am getting old.