Wednesday, April 13, 2005 Fog... At 6:30 a.m., on a cool Spring morning, I set out to take my youngest child to school. I say child as though he is still in fourth grade - but the truth is - more a young man, at the tender age of sixteen - now worrying about his driver's license and of course, a girl. I get him safely to school - after maneuvering through the foggy back roads of our home county - luckily I know every bump in the road, and the car sort of steers itself. He is busily talking...