I’m sure we weren’t alone. That time in your life when you’re not old enough to drive or go anywhere but instead get driven over to a friends house where you hang out with friends doing annoying things that at the time seemed important but really was just a waste of time.

The parents who were home during all those times (in my case our mothers) who didn’t go crazy were saints. My friends Wally and Jerry’s mom was 90 years old.