Clear Goals at 100

On the 100th day of school my son reflected on life at 100 years old.

Look closely at the picture. A cane. A nice place. A great view. What’s that up in the air?

He wrote about it on the back.

But why would you be sad?

We asked. He said, “Because I would be alone and I wouldn’t be with my family.”

We helped there. We said he could have descendants, or nieces or nephews, or other extended family.

As for the drone, I thought it was surveillance.