My daughter Casey is 13. She came home from school yesterday and sought me out.
“I have something to tell you!” she said.
OK.
“So my math teacher had a book he was reading, and it was Showtime. I asked, ‘Are you reading that?’ and he said, ‘Yes.’ I told him my dad was the writer. He had no idea.”
Casey could barely hide her pride.
I can’t explain how good that made an old man feel.
