Changing Times

     Well, yesterday my nephew turned 18. When I turned 18, it was the ultimate birthday. I was finally an adult! I could finally vote. I could gamble, and most importantly...I was legal to drink alcohol! Now, at this point in my life, all of those things have lost their appeal, except the voting thing. (It still feels wonderful to take part in this American privilege.) Anyway, I was talking to some people around my nephew's age, and also to my nephew and the general consensus about turning 18 today was that it felt pretty much like being 17 except now the guys could get drafted. 

No wonder our kids are depressed!