
On the way into the parent/teacher conferences at North Mason High School tonight, my 17-year-old daughter playfully butted heads with me in the parking lot ... and broke my glasses. A parent has to wonder why a child would want them to have broken glasses going in to review grades and progress. Well, just to get her back, I decided to wear the glasses all night as I walked through the school. It was no big deal, though - we were in Mason County, after all. I fit right in. All I was missing was the two-tone brown and white Ford F-250 with the bale of hay in the back.