“How is band camp going?” my wife texted our 12-year-old son, Will, on Monday.
He replied, “Mom, you have to meet my new friend HUGH JANUS.”
“OK, take lots of pictures,” she texted, dryly.
“You didn’t get it,” he messaged back.
We got it, and we knew he was just fine, making new friends, learning jokes from other lads and hopefully getting in a little tuba practice.
That episode followed Sunday’s camp drop-off, where he checked in at the Texas Lutheran University campus. He nervously met his roommate, and we left the two sitting quietly in that awkward adolescent silence.