|Goofin' around the Bob-o-Link Meadow near Wooded Island, 2010.|
I don't have anything big on my mind today. But yesterday, while I was taking a long walk on Wooded Island with my kids and my niece, listening to their lively banter, I realized something.
I love young-adult-speak. Who else talks about Homer's Odyssey and Homer Simpson in the same conversation? It's a seamless blend of erudite vocabulary and totally base language. It's like YA literature: unpretentious, relentlessly plot-driven, stimulating.
Years ago when she was still in middle-school, my daughter took rock climbing lessons with a few high school girls. One of the mothers asked if we could take turns carpooling, because the teenage chatter in the car was driving her nuts. I didn't tell her the truth: I genuinely loved it. Adult conversation is often so dull it makes me pick at my cuticles.
Bring on the young adults.