Every morning, on my way to work, if I drive by the neighborhood bus stop and there’s a crowd of kids there already, I know I’m late and going to get stuck in traffic. Just by experience, if I see the bus stop kids, I automatically sink comfortably into my seat and make sure I have a cd of music that fits my mood of the morning. I’m in for a long ride. Last Friday, I did just that. Only as I was driving up to them, I saw two boys fighting pretty hard. I looked at them and as I passed them they immediately stopped. I kept staring and they both turned towards me smiling coolly as if nothing was going on. Guilt written on their foreheads of course. Anyway, I thought it was pretty neat I had that sort of au-thor-i-tay! Ha!! Here I am driving by and my “look,” whatever it is, gets them to behave. Only I think my Friday morning “look” is more disheveled than stern but whatever, same result. Really, I think it was that I’m an old grownup which makes me feel… well, old. Great.