by Dixon Hill
A jeweler in town used to run a radio spot in late August every year, in which a man said:
Imagine you set out in the morning without your car keys.
You didn’t have your wallet or purse. You had no ID, and didn’t even know your address or phone number.
You had to walk to where you were going, and when you got there you knew almost no one.
Sound pretty scary?
Would you be willing to do this?
Well, every year, this is what thousands of brave little children do — on their first day of kindergarten.
Things have changed a lot.
In my neighborhood, at least, not many kindergarteners walk to school. Most get rides from a parent. But it still takes courage.
And … it’s that time of year, again, in Scottsdale.
This past Wednesday, my son climbed aboard his bike and set off for his first day of 5th Grade. (Thankfully, our kindergarten days seem to be behind us!)
My daughter will start her classes at the local community college in about a week.
And I am finally free to sit, in peace, before my computer, without worrying that my office door will burst open any moment so my ten-year-old son can complain about being bored.
Ahhhh ... a writer, a desk and a cigar.
I feel I'm in pretty good company.
Of course, I still watch over my dad. So, the phone calls come at inopportune times.
On the other hand, I just set him up with breakfast, before driving myself back home and coming into the office.
So…if you’ll excuse me … I’m planning to dredge up all the courage of a kindergartener — and start writing while I can!
See you in two weeks,