The life of a photographer who likes to shoot just about anything.

Teenage Angst

Teenagers. Can’t live with’em. Can’t live without’em.

On a serious note, I walked into my daughter’s room recently and saw a stack of my music CDs on her desk. I am a typical parent who always comments negatively, but kiddingly, about her music, “How can you listen to that stuff?!” knowing that my mom said the same thing to me many years ago. “You’re listening to my music? All you ever do is tell me that it’s terrible,” I say. And she actually answers, “It’s not all bad.” This is music not only from the 1960s and 70s, but some 1940s Big Band and Louis Armstrong selections. Now, a parent might be pleased that their child is finally listening to some good stuff. Not me. I’m worried. What is wrong with daughter? What have “I” done wrong? She might appreciate Humphrey Bogart movies next. Maybe the end of the world is near. It’s that Mayan 2012 Calendar thing. Oh no…


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