Blink-182 is not classic rock. I am not a crackpot.

A brief, unhinged rant from a man coming to grips with the inexorable passage of time.

This Saturday morning, I had a rare moment of control.

My children had opted to bury their noses in their tablets for the morning, burning off the one hour of free-play time we’ve set the devices to allow as quickly as they could, so they could get on to the more important business of yelling at me for not setting it longer. My wife was out running an er…

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