All this talk of Spring Break and the high school & college students heading South unchaperoned reminded me of this. Mikey, my bestie, and I decided to go to Maine and tent. My father, as you know by now, was very much the gentleman and quite careful with doing all things properly. When we broke the news that we were heading out of the weekend, he was beside himself. How would it look? What would the neighbours think? Please do not tarnish your reputation, etc. Here is the kicker. I was not in high school. I was not in college. I had finished the first three yrs of grad school. I was 26, married, divorced and a high school teacher. Do I think kids get to do whatever they want these days? You bet your proverbial they do. Jealous? Absolutely! But I do think my father may have saved a potentially wild child from a few indiscretions. Yes, we did the trip and my virtue was not compromised. Truth be told, I would never trade that father for all the holidays today’s kids get.