I spent a week of the summer of 1973 with my grandma in Price, Utah. It was the year I turned six. Grandma had a young neighbor boy about my age, and he had just gotten a bike. He let me take it for a test ride, and I was hooked.
What Were You Thinking?
Last week after a business meeting I hopped into my car to head to my next appointment. The phone rang. It was my wife. She told me that our 16-year-old son had just been in a car accident. I quickly asked, “Is he OK?” She said yes. I asked, “Was anyone hurt?” She said no.
After a sigh of relief, I asked what most any insurance premium-paying father would ask: “How bad is it?” She said he had hit the curb so hard that the rear wheel came completely off.
Well, I’m no Sherlock Holmes, but Continue reading “What were you thinking?”