Wide Awake and Feeling Mortal
The second sign came at one of my son’s Bantam hockey tournaments, when I found myself engaged in a spirited conversation about blues music and swing dancing with a lovely single lady. As I was looking for a segue to say, “How about a cup of coffee?”, Calvin’s defensive line-mate crashed the party like a hip-check into the boards: “Hey, Grandma, thanks for coming to our game,” as he gave her a hearty hug. The first sign was far more emasculating. Calvin and Paige screamed, “H
