The Dean Of The Old School
Dad segues into another riveting anecdote with, “That’s not how we did things back in the day.”
All three teenagers glaze over in unison. Closed. They nod if eye-checked for confirmation, but almost immediately they’re not listening. Their father is a bundle of clichés glued together with corn.
Had the kids been striving to understand, they could now know more about activities from back in the day than they know of current events. It seems Dad rides that tangent whenever possible.
Before the present era, everything was more superlative. Right kids? Whereas now it’s flat and probably made from plastics.
From Guest Contributor Todd Mercer
Todd writes fiction and poetry in Grand Rapids, Michigan. His collection Ingenue was published by Celery City Press. Recent work appears in Literary Yard, The Lake and the Michigan Bards Poetry Anthology.
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