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.