Families in more cases than we would like to believe are increasingly distant, in case you haven't noticed on the roads that dad is driving, mom has a cell phone in her hand and the kids have ear buds in their ears.
Do we even want to be flies on the wall during dinner at their houses on Thanksgiving? And, now onto Mr. WMC loitering around the library and claiming that I have a schedule: At least we know that he has not been trying to figure out why the librarian has gone out of her way for the past couple of years, so far, changing times and locations all around, which means that at least he is not one of the ne'er do wells, who borrow a ride and lie in wait in a parking spot to jump out and surprise us (as has been done in the somewhat recent past) just because we always keep going when we see the usual ride. And WMC doesn't get anyone else to cruise up and down the little dirt roads of the band camp looking to see where we might be...or what's what and where.