Traveling down life’s highways we run into plenty of obstacles. The smart fella will always figure out a short cut for himself.
To tell the truth, ever since 1966, I have made the route to and from North Elementary School. First a daughter, then a son, a granddaughter, a grandson and Bless Pete, I have the task of escorting a great-grandson to those hallowed halls of learning.
The trouble is, the kids got smarter and grandpa got lost in the shuffle.