Our highly intellectual, eccentric 16 year old son, Otis, spent today with one of his buddies, doing some work for his buddy’s father — 8 hours spent shoveling dry concrete into a wheelbarrow, then hoisting the wheelbarrow uphill, emptying it, and then doing it again. With those long, soft, elegant, guitar-playing hands. In 90 degree heat.
He just got home, hot and exhausted (but with extra book, CD, and video game dough in his pocket!) and when he walked in the door, he smiled hugely and the very first thing he said to me was, “Oh, man, I am SO going to college.”