Earlier this year, I handled a case for a 17 year old boy who had been involved in an automobile accident. The accident was not his fault, but the police officer found a reason to give him two traffic tickets. The boy’s mother called my office and scheduled an appointment.
When I was growing up, I loved building things. My dad bought me my first tool set when I was 7 years old. It consisted of genuine child-sized tools, and included a real hammer, hand saw, pliers, screwdrivers, measuring tape, and a “carpenter’s pencil.” My earliest childhood memories include many instances when I helped my dad or grandfather with building projects.
After I wrote an article a couple of weeks ago about how angry I was with nitwits, a few people expressed surprise and concern at the way I reacted toward other peoples’ behavior. I think they were surprised by my comment that I wanted to slap a seemingly worthless employee upside the head with her cell phone.
Last week Parade magazine had a cover story by Judith Newman about how the teenage brain works. The headline of the story was: “What’s Really Going On Inside Your Teen’s Head.” The sub headline was: “They’re moody. Secretive. Spacy. Infuriating! Now scientists are starting to figure out why.”