I have a big mouth. And I make no excuse for it. I was the class clown, the boisterous—admittedly obnoxious at times—kid who has always wanted to be the center of attention, and many will agree still am.
I grew up in a time when we ate gluten for breakfast, actually left the house to play outside without using any (SPF what?) sunscreen while dodging lawn darts and riding bicycles without a helmet.
Let’s face it, our roads these days are filled with SUVs, crossovers, and very few actual sedans or coupes.
When I was a wee lad growing up in Southern Indiana my parents would send me and the rest of the brood (consisting of two younger sisters) north to spend the summer with my grandparents in Detroit.