It's true. Well, sort of true. Son #2 has moved to Boulder. He came to us just a couple of months ago with this crazy plan: his best friends were moving to this supposed "paradise on earth," and he'd gotten the green light from his employer to work virtually, so he was going to just . . . go. Just like that.
Now, first of all, Boulder, you're going to have to play a little bit more fair. The pictures are coming in and this is the kind of thing I have to look at:
I mean, seriously? A hike up Mt. Audobon with a view of the Continental Divide? That's just not cool. Sure, throw spectacular scenery and beautiful weather at an outdoorsy kid, and yeah, whatever, he'll love it and all.
And pictures like this? Really?
I mean the grinning ear-to-ear is a bit over the top, don't you think? I suppose if being all gloriously happy is your "thing."
And finally, c'mon!
Relaxing at the end of your hike at the reportedly "crystal-clear-formed-by-a-glacier" Blue Lake (I think you could be a little more creative, Colorado) sounds okay, I guess.
So there you have it. Gee Brooklyn! We have some work to do! Where are your mountains? Where's the "fresh air"? C'mon! We can surely muster up something to lure him back.
But in the meantime, I guess I'll have to admit I'm just a little envious. Ah, remember a time in your life when you could just up and . . . go? No? Neither do I really, but wow, I'm proud of him for doing it.
Good for you, Paul. Just remember: the restaurants in Brooklyn are better.
