The thoughtful adventures of Man, Woman and Cat.
One of the seminal events of kid life is learning to ride a bicycle. When you graduate from three wheels to two, suddenly you experience a new freedom through mobility and your world expands beyond the line of sight from your front porch. Supposedly the average age for learning to ride a bike is five, but for me, this didn’t happen until I was closer to ten. Continue reading “Return to Banta 3 (Learning from your mistakes)”
In today’s world, children exist in a bubble. Practically everywhere they go and everything they do is supervised; if not a helicopter parent there is some adult within their line of sight tasked with watching over them. Rarely are kids trusted to travel even short distances alone now. Even the walk to the corner to catch the school bus typically involves an escort. Is it any wonder Millennials feel entitled? Most have spent their entire lives with a personal security detail with them whenever they leave the house.
As kids of the seventies, we were largely unsupervised, so our opportunities for fun, adventure and potentially fatal incidents were more frequent than my own daughter would encounter thirty years later. In this post I’ll share a few tales that illustrate what I’m talking about. Continue reading “Return to Banta 2 (Unsupervised)”
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man… well, not much really changed I guess.
Before continuing North from Bean Blossom, I decided to take a brief day trip Southwest to Bloomington, Indiana. I’d not visited the college town in decades, and besides I told myself I needed to restock the pantry at a market a bit larger than a Dollar General or IGA anyway.