+ Garage band practice on a Labor day Saturday weekend, by teenagers that just make noise.

Seriously, I consider myself a very tolerant and supporting step-parent. I have a kid of my own, who also plays the guitar, but this is another story. But, as far as I know, these kids in my garage won’t be the next hit of the century. But I guess it is OK to let them think they will.

I shall retreat to my insignificance and go hide in my room, until it stops.

If only the walls in american houses were made of brick and cement, instead of paper…