We were in the final weeks of the school year -- I in the final sprint of eighth grade and my sister finishing tenth. It was a warm, sunny morning, and she was waiting at the spot in our neighbor’s driveway where the school bus scooped us up each day to join the other sleepy riders on the boring trip to another uneventful day of classes. My sister managed to get out of the house before me and, when I caught up, greeted me with what seemed like a bad joke.
Bravo Don! Best article about this topic published to date.