Geographical Impairment
This is an old family story, but what are blogs for, if not for posting old family stories, right? Sorry, Dan. The others will get their turns, too, I promise! In 1993, Dan was in fourth grade and signed up for geography club after school. Whether it was to hang out with his friends or if snacks were served, I don’t know, but he signed up and stayed after school once a week. One day he arrived home from his club meeting about the same time John (dad) got home from work. Getting a polysyllabic answer from Dan in regards to anything that had to do with school was a remarkable feat, and we tried all kinds of different ways to get a full sentence response out of him. The conversation went something like this: “So, Dan! What did you learn in school today?” “Aah-n-no” (with its traditionally accompanying shrug, this translates to: I don’t know) “So, what kept you late after school?” “Geography club” (the fact that this is four syllables and two words doesn’t really count, since it’s tech...