A lot has changed in 35 years, and not all for the better.
Looking through some old journal entries, I read about a time when our five-year-old daughter spiked a fever at night.
She ran a fever last night. I don't know how high, but she was delirious [her not-uncommon response to fevers]. If it weren't so serious, it would be entertaining, listening to her describe the things she sees. Normally I would wait a few days to see what would happen, but things are so busy that I took her to the doctor, since if she were going to need an antibiotic, I wanted it started right away. But: "It's a virus, $32 please."
She can go back to school tomorrow. "Why not?" they said. "That's where she got it in the first place."
Can you imagine that scenario taking place today? Yet that's the way life was, and I think those were saner times.
