This piece has been updated from when it first ran 2 years ago.
The bundles of anxiety that used to be our kids bubbled through the high school parking lot towards parents long used to waiting. A normal day would never end with something as uncool as a ride from Dad – that’s what Metro Transit buses are for. But this day they were coming back from a camping trip and had bundles of stuff under tired arms. The milling crowd was my chance to meet some of my daughter’s friends.
The joys of high school – so much to worry about, so few cares in the world.
