Here's the beginning:
“I
don’t want you on the road in a snowstorm,” I told my 18-year-old son,
Noah. It was Wednesday, two days before his scheduled departure, even
before forecasts were dire.
“It’s fine,” he said. Translation: “If the bus leaves, I plan to be on it.”
https://nyti.ms/2k86Wtu
As always, thanks for reading!
JW