We had a classic summer moment last weekend. My thirteen year old grandson came home from a week at Scout camp. A mini-crisis in the family had elected me as the welcome home chauffeur. The bus rolled in (after a 15 hour ride) at 2:00 a.m. He stumbled off, looking taller than when he left, tanned brown, hair sun bleached and stiff with lake water and lack of shampoo, sunburn peeling across his nose, every inch of exposed skin liberally dotted with bug bites...and no glasses.