..In 100 Words..
16-year-old sons don’t usually have a lot to say to their dads.
On that two-hour ride back from singing barbershop in Manhattan, verbiage started to flow. He was excited about his English teacher requiring everyone to write a poem.
With no concept in mind, we did what his grandfather and I often did, we talked about the weather.
His vocabulary was more advanced, mind more dynamic and abstract then I could have imagined. He composed by the dashboard lights. Only to create a poem that would be a winner in Outdoor Writers Association of America Youth Competition later that year.