A day in the park...
I got a phone call from my 9-year-old grandson, Christopher. He said he was very disappointed in me, as he'd always thought of me as the most generous person in the world, and he's found out that I'm actually a cheapskate. Horrified, I asked him where on earth he'd gotten that idea. He said his mom had been lecturing him and his siblings about not caring for their possessions and she told them that when she was a child, all she and her brother had to play with was an empty refrigerator box. Oh, that box...a fort, a castle, a pirate ship, a rocket ship, a dungeon, it kept them entertained until it finally fell apart about two years later. Their imaginations ran wild and they had to be forced to come to dinner. All the neighborhood kids hung out at our house, just so they could play in that box. I told Christopher that maybe, someday, if he's very lucky, he'll get a refrigerator box, too.
