First son is leaving for college this week (its quarter system), sensitive times with wifey. He's starting his freshman year at UW in Seattle, what a wonderful school and setting. I ricochet between accepting it for what it is, can't stop life, and then reminiscing about his childhood. I asked him to play catch in the backyard yesterday afternoon and it was so sweet hearing the sound of the leather snapping, remembering when we did it 10 years earlier. Mom came out and took a picture and then shed some tears.