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Life just got a lot simpler for me. Luke has reached the magic teenage years. I don’t have to worry about what’s cool, hip, “in”, boss, trendy, current or “happening”. He’s got me covered!
If I have an SEC football question, he’s faster and more accurate than ESPN and Google combined. He’s a walking encyclopedia on the best places to eat, Harry Potter, dogs, WWE wrestling, music, Jimmy Dean sausage, hockey sticks and how everyone ought to wear their hair.
I’m through forever with thinking on my own. No more late night deliberations over whether I prefer Coke or Diet Dr. Pepper. I don’t have to guess between Jack Nicklaus or Tiger Woods. Complicated decisions are in my rearview mirror.
One shout-out to Luke and I’ve got all the answers.
He can tell how fast a train is traveling by the way the whistle blows. He can glance at a cloud and tell you what the weather is going to do for the next six weeks. He has the answer before you can get all of the question out...
You talk about a typical thirteen year old!
And it drives his dad nuts. Which I kinda enjoy. I remember when his dad was thirteen...and driving me nuts!
Luke is carrying on an old family tradition.
And I think it’s universal. There’s just naturally got to be a certain age when a young active mind has learned all it can hold—the pinnacle so to speak—before it starts wobbling off into old age.
If we had any sense in this country, we’d lower the age requirement for the presidency to thirteen. If AT&T, J. C. Penny and Amazon really wanted to make money, they’d find themselves a thirteen year old CEO. There is a reason you never see anybody that age on “Jeopardy”.
It is a burden to carry around all that knowledge at such a young age.
Of course, it didn’t seem that heavy when I was thirteen. Except maybe for my parents. They saw everything in black and white square boxes, all stacked up in neat rows. I saw things as a little more psychedelic, with swirls and curlicues and blurred lines and mixed imagines.
They listened to Tommy Dorsey and Rosemary Clooney. I liked Chuck Berry and Jerry Lee Lewis. They believed “Gone With the Wind” was the only movie ever made. I was way more into “The Creature from the Black Lagoon” and “Invasion of the Body Snatchers”.