Having a 22 year old daughter, and having been subjected to all of her chicky buddies and *guy friends* over the years had me thinking lately that the world is coming to an end sooner than we thought (as a direct result of this upcoming generation).
Then I have the pleasure of speaking with Keith on the phone, actually discussing with him as to how he doesn't seem to fit into the usual description of his age group (generation "whatever"), and how suprisingly mature he is for his age - especially his general disposition / attitude observed in the telecon. Hey wait a minute, there might be hope after all (I think to myself after the call), as I have just gotten off the phone with a 24 year old that doesn't seem to have his head in the usual place! There could be some hope after all?
All this is followed be a chance glance in a mirror, realizing that my gray hair and lines / wrinkles in my face are definitely here to stay, and that just maybe I was also once a snotty little puke too? Nah - not me!
Long story short - go Keith! Project ZEFHIX and a new home all in the same timeframe? My hat's off to ya! Happy Birthday - BIG 25! - now get back to work on that Chevelle
