Today makes exactly one week since
Black Friday. If you all will endulge my vent, yesterday was December 3rd.
I received Christmas cards from two of my granddaughters, each one describing a special Christmas wish. The oldest, a freshman at my
alma mater, after a very brief "
Happy Holiday", got straight to business and requested an advance of $500 on her family scholarship for a deposit on Teaching Seminar Trip to Chicago Schools in January.
(hmmmmm . . . although it's very hard, Goat began thinking)
The second holiday card came from the youngest seventh grader in the family. Along with a two-page seasonal letter from her mother, a separate page described an upcoming three-day field trip to (guess where) Chicago and the Museum of Science and Industry, Aquarium, etc. The advance payment for this little extra-curricular is only
$1,259. This includes transportation, meals, two overnite semi private lodge spaces, and daytime entertainment for whatever 7th graders do when they aren't captivated by the next new personal electronic device.
(the blare of an internal warning device interrupted an otherwise peaceful mental connection with his grandgirls, and Goat gasped at once . . . then sighed deeply.
are these kids the source of doubt, he wondered, that is being released on society each passing year? after a moment, Goat summoned his faith, and concentrated on ways he had learned to "Dodge the hot potato.")
Be jolly, my friends, and guard your hearts.