…So that’s a thing, huh? Yeah, my kid – the one I used to bring along in a stroller to Dizzy City things – is gonna be college-aged next year. Because time, man. Every day, we all get a day older, only it piles up without us noticing.
Ach, well, beats the alternative!
Huh. Well, congrats to you all for making it this far.
You must be doing something right.
The fun part is when you take them to a strange campus and then hug them and then drive away. My wife felt like the worst mother in the world when we dropped my stepdaughter off at San Francisco Art Institute. For her, it was just because she was leaving her kid 3000 miles away from home. For me, it was because we were leaving her in San Francisco. That’s not high on my list of places to leave a kid. Time marches on. All you can do is march with it, until your legs stop working.