i once lived in an apartment where a train passed right outside. but the building was so loud, i never even thought about it. each neighbor - above, below, all sides, had a specialty: playing trumpet, dance music, TV. since then, my world is always quieter. maybe it was worth it.
as an americana enthusiast, i have some knowledge of stock car racing: a few pages. i told all of it to my car obsessed son (3). now, he asks me to tell him more every day. a parenting crossroads. do i reveal my limitation? or, do i ascend, and, for my progeny, read up on: nascar
is that it? a jam in our current system, so unprecedented amounts of young males just dont respond to that dynamic with their opposite? ive read doctors saying, "ive been doing this for decades, i've never seen people this young with this problem" spiritual issue? fascinating.
