82 Volkswagen Camper: Will It Be the "Pad"
Oh, I know I'm dating myself with that "pad" reference. So be it. This is my inaugural post for this blog and I'm trying not to be too concerned, too serious.
My little guy, 16, has taken himself to Harmony Fest, a weekend long fest of music and food sure to satisfy the burgeoning hippy heart. He has the perfect vehicle to accompany him. Do I worry? Of course I do. But some of it goes away when he calls me at about 8pm and asks how to light the stove. (The propane has to be turned on underneath the vehicle.)
Are these outings the new "rites of passage" in this emerging culture? A night at the Fest, with friends, music and the prospect of a pee test on Sunday. Yup, he knows we'll test him to make sure he wasn't using the weed that is so plentiful around here.
The unknowns in this situation have to do with my imagination: at 16, I never could have gotten permission for such an outing. At least, I don't think so; I wouldn't have had the courage to ask. Or, the sense of freedom to go. I do remember going on an overnight with the Sea Scouts which was, of course, a terrible experience -- a fight on the helm at midnight and my lovely quarters: a little strung across the top of a massive diesel engine. Oy.
So, here's my little boy: what trouble might he have gotten himself into? Probably none but that doesn't stop me from worrying. I've got that part of the job down.
Oh, I know I'm dating myself with that "pad" reference. So be it. This is my inaugural post for this blog and I'm trying not to be too concerned, too serious.
My little guy, 16, has taken himself to Harmony Fest, a weekend long fest of music and food sure to satisfy the burgeoning hippy heart. He has the perfect vehicle to accompany him. Do I worry? Of course I do. But some of it goes away when he calls me at about 8pm and asks how to light the stove. (The propane has to be turned on underneath the vehicle.)
Are these outings the new "rites of passage" in this emerging culture? A night at the Fest, with friends, music and the prospect of a pee test on Sunday. Yup, he knows we'll test him to make sure he wasn't using the weed that is so plentiful around here.
The unknowns in this situation have to do with my imagination: at 16, I never could have gotten permission for such an outing. At least, I don't think so; I wouldn't have had the courage to ask. Or, the sense of freedom to go. I do remember going on an overnight with the Sea Scouts which was, of course, a terrible experience -- a fight on the helm at midnight and my lovely quarters: a little strung across the top of a massive diesel engine. Oy.
So, here's my little boy: what trouble might he have gotten himself into? Probably none but that doesn't stop me from worrying. I've got that part of the job down.
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