When I was growing up in the backwoods of Pine Rock Park in the era before Twitter, Instagram and the electric light bulb — well, maybe a little after that — we savored the simple pleasures in life.
After all these years, I finally figured out where I went wrong with my life. It turns out I made poor choices in college.
A week seldom passes when my wife doesn’t sit down for dinner and say something like, “I saw one of my high school classmates at Trader Joe’s today. She was the prom queen …” And I know exactly where the conversation is headed.