Ben Stein’s Diary
Standing the Heat
June 26, 2017
Sunday.
Tommy got to do that in the early and mid 90s when we lived in Sandpoint. Again, it was fun and it was safe. I let him out of the house after breakfast. He came back for lunch and then I saw him and his pals for supper. I never worried about him at all.
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I drove away in my immense car and checked in on my wife. She’s still very ill with pneumonia and a dreadful anxiety. She’s really suffering. She has two nurses at all times but she prefers me. I lay with her to calm her and she drifted off to sleep. ...
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Wow. It is hot. I swam for a
little while. Then off to lunch at the Beverly Hills Hotel with my
makeup artist, writing colleague, and dear friend, Renae. We talked
about how and when being a parent in the U.S. middle class became
torment. A parent is a chauffeur, body guard, tutor, mentor, butt of the
child’s mockery and contempt.
What happened? When I was a lad in
the 1950s, our parents could just let us out the door and we wandered
all around Silver Spring all day. It was safe and it was fun. At 7 or 8
years old, we could take the D.C. transit bus to Georgetown, walk over
the Key Bridge, and buy fireworks in Virginia.Tommy got to do that in the early and mid 90s when we lived in Sandpoint. Again, it was fun and it was safe. I let him out of the house after breakfast. He came back for lunch and then I saw him and his pals for supper. I never worried about him at all.
...
I drove away in my immense car and checked in on my wife. She’s still very ill with pneumonia and a dreadful anxiety. She’s really suffering. She has two nurses at all times but she prefers me. I lay with her to calm her and she drifted off to sleep. ...
-go to link-
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