I just finished a minivancation with my wife and three sons. After a few hours of road monotony in the loser cruiser and running out of "I spy with my little eyes," the kids started displaying their various forms of cranky and I began to turn into an old codger. The more miles we went, the more I realized how many miles are on me. As much as I think I'm hip, I'm shot down by my middle schooler telling me how un-hip I am, and that actually using the word "hip" is also un-hip. I use the phrase "in my day" with them too. I ... [Read More]