T
he years roll on. The young miss is off to her first day of high school tomorrow. It seems like it was not so long ago she was seven years old and frowning her disapproval with two-verse hymns at church.
Or, left, it was First Communion day.
I have a few hundred more gray hairs now. She’s up to 5-foot-3.
Parent meeting at the high school Monday night. We had a talk from the principal, who seems like a solid guy. And drug enforcement police introduced us to ways in which hi-liters and apples can be used to smoke and store marijuana.
A different world now, from the days of innocent little kids.
