If you can believe that two people never argued save for one time, we were the couple. And the disagreement was over long hair … on our son … who then ran away. Ah teens. “No biggie,” I said. “George Washington had a ponytail.” Bud was a former Air Force pilot, Strategic Air Command. Clothes hung military style in our now civilian closet. Conflict. Grief stricken, he drove everywhere in search of the missing son and found him at a friend’s home. Not long after, the friend’s parents divorced, the tiny blip our our happy home forgotten. But not by the errant son. Two years later, he said goodbye to his little sister and left. “Call the cops,” my crazed husband said. “No. When he’s ready, he’ll return.” And two weeks later a letter came postmarked Germany where he apologized and told us he’d return before long. Kids-you can’t live with ’em; you can’t leave ’em by the side of the road.
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