Kids Don’t Make Me Feel Young, but I Remember What It Was Like

Clinton, South Carolina, Wednesday, April 11, 2018, 9:59 a.m. The day was, in hindsight, just what I needed. I didn’t sleep well Monday night. I dreamed vividly. It was one of those long, drawn-out visions of frustration. I couldn’t shake it when I went to bed. It continued vividly through the night. Fortunately, Tuesday was …

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