DAD’S-EYE VIEW
A friend shared with me the explosive tension that occurred when his son sheepishly entered the house at midnight, reporting a dented fender. Immediately my friend exploded into a tirade. He even expounded upon his own pristine record as a teen-age driver and described the fastidious care he had lavished upon his hard-earned ’57 Chevy driven throughout his college years. The son went to bed depressed and compounded by guilt. At breakfast, however, his grandfather dropped by with vegetables from his garden. Surprisingly, he laughed when he heard about the fender- bender episode. With a compassionate arm over his grandson’s shoulder and a twinkle in his eyes, Grandpa put this whole matter into a broader perspective. “Did I ever tell you about the time your dad crashed into a State Patrol vehicle at an intersection?” he began. “It was just after the Duke – Carolina game of ’65. Wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t stashed all those six-packs in the…
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