Now, as my younger son's graduation grows nigh and he is approaching, despite long odds, the condition of supporting himself as a musician, I can finally relax and feel grateful that both sons have traversed the minefield of darkest adolescence with no detonations. As Shakespeare wrote long ago (Winter's Tale, Act 2, Scene 3):
"I would there were no age between ten and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting."
