THE JOY OF BEING ME. MY SON’S FIRST PARTY.
This is a bit of a tale so bear with me….
My just-turned 17 year old son had his first hosted party last night at our house in Island Bay. My wife helped him prepare then we parents disappeared as about a dozen of his friends arrived for the festivities.
Trepidation was thick between Lovely Wife Judith and me. As teenagers of the late 70s, we could only conjure images of the bacchanalias and…