I am happy to report that the intelligence, logic and sense of self preservation has passed to another generation.
My son just completed his first running of the bulls in Pamplona.
At least he told me that he was going to. My mother was mightily ticked when she found out. Sometimes details escape my memory.
Or so I told her. Back then.
BONUS: He got to hang with Ernest Hemingway's grandson and sent me photos to prove it.
Good Lord, I hope he doesn't try any more of my youthful activities.
