When I was a boy, I would run out into the grassy fields like a deer and never seemed to get tired. I would walk all by myself, wearing my slippers to my cousin's house which was about a mile away. The thought of being kidnapped or hit by a car never crossed my mind. I would be gone for hours unsupervised and no one would worry where I was.

Yesterday on our way to basketball practice, we passed by two teens exchanging (what appeared to be) their first kiss on the steps of a fenced community. “What was that?!” I exclaimed. “I don’t know,” my grandson giggled and both their eyes grew wide and shocked. But, as soon as we turned the corner, they were back to their basketball conversation like nothing had happened … such innocent kids!

Raoul’s Two Cents: July 9, 2021 Bringing Up Boys My prediction last week was wrong. I didn’t know this, but even the parents chose not to know the sex of the baby. They were just as surprised as the rest of us. But I’m actually glad it’s a boy because (among other reasons) he’s going to carry our family name. …