Three-Quarters of the Way There
My father is 25 years older than me; always has been. Throughout our lives that difference has fluctuated. In grade school, my dad was the oldest man on earth and in high school I treated him like one of the guys. In college he tried to treat me as an adult but I still had too much kid in me.
When I was running my life into the ground I thought my dad was out of touch and didn’t know anything. I got better and I know he’s the smartest man alive. My wiser voice just turned 75 years young.