I wonder how clueless I was at 18. Was I as clueless, for instance, as our 18-year-old houseguest appears to be?
Was being 18 in 1965 really all that much different than being 18 in 2011?
Thinking back, I'm pretty sure my two sons, Jon and Tom, had a better grip on life at that age than either the houseguest does or I did. Could it be partly that they grew up in the city and that James and I grew up in a small town?
Patience, Howard, patience.
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I had a grip on life at 18? What happened to it?
Oh Boy...what now......
Everything is relative, Jon. Trust me on that... :-)
I was using a credit card to buy a dog at that age so I don't think I was all that much better, if at all.
oh wait no. I was 21 then, even worse!!! at 18, I dropped out of college and worked in a grocery store. I may have been worse than him yet!
Great, so we're going to have another Ruthie on our hands, just what we need! :-)
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