Stay Rad, Dad
Last year, as I was couch ridden nursing a broken collarbone thanks to a mountain bike mishap, it has got me to thinking about radness and age. When I was in my teens there was a snowboard shop in Collingwood called “Too Rad for Mom and Dad” and I always thought it was the coolest. It’s funny how perspective changes with passing years. Are my kids too rad for me? Not yet. Will they be?