That was 16 years ago. In retrospect, we made a good choice. A very good one.
This town is boring, at least on the surface. But there are plenty of things to do. Many things that are actually good for kids.
My wife was a little "goodie-two-shoes", and I was a Bad Boy. I can smell trouble. It just smells like pine and salty air here.
Both my kids went to the local Protestant church, and attended Youth Group. They also played band in Middle and High School (She, clarinet; He trumpet). Their friends have always been the "geeky" types. They are all odd kids, but genuinely interesting and kind. I find it refreshing how they can be members of a group, and still be strong individuals.
My son is currently in NJROTC (Naval Junior Reserve Officer Training Corps). You'd probably think most of the cadets are flat-top, knuckle-dragging morons named Biff. Nothing could be farther from the truth.
For Halloween, I helped chaperone an event. The cadet leader (Josh) is a 17 year old that used to be our neighbor. We gave candy out of the back of my old truck. I played some old Merle Haggard, Josh loved that. His dad is out in the Pacific somewhere, testing underwater vehicles. Our families take care of each other.
I talked to a couple of the cadets. The one boy I spoke with was a bit spastic, and had a slight lisp. His eyes glowed with the joy of youth. One of the cadets jumped around in giant T-Rex costume. A girl cadet sat on the tailgate, and immediately grabbed a stuffed cow I had brought. Talking with her, I found out that she has scoliosis. No pity-me in her at all, even after admitting how painful it could be.
Some adults at the event hung around the bed of the truck (which was strewn with straw and stuffed animals). One older lady was drawn-in my Haggard playing. We compared notes on favorite country performers. A well-dressed gent walked-up, and demanded to speak to someone. He wanted to be "sold", in ten seconds, why his kids should join NJROTC. Josh handled it... well.
At Josh's age, I was already slamming six-packs of tall boys as a early evening primer. My son and his friends are handing out candy to five year olds. It's skip generation, I suppose. God help us with the grandkids.