Growing up fast
Several years ago the Des Moines Register published a photo of a young guy skating at a skateboard park in the metro. The cutline identified the young man as a 25-year-old. My first thought was, “When I was 25 I was so busy working I couldn’t have gone skateboarding even if I could skateboard.” Back in the 1960s some of us grew up quickly. By the time I was 22 I had a good (albeit low-paying) job, was married and my wife and I had purchased our first house. By the time I was 24, I was a father. From the time I was a late teen I ran with an older crowd. Most of my friends ...