Quinn's Door

It was the "clunk, slide, clunk"ing noise coming down the hallway that first alerted me to the fact that something was happening.

As he hauled his bedroom door down the hallway and into the front room, he said, "What?! I just want to have a little fun! Can't we have a little fun around here?!"

Sure. So when you're sixteen and want to cruise around town (given that we are still driving cars and not spaceships fueled by ethanol), how 'bout if I remind you of how much fun we could all have at home instead?

For example, we could all take off our bedroom doors and sit around eating ice cream sundaes from the tall shot glasses your dad brought home from California. You know, the ones with the picture of Arnold Schwarzenegger that say "The Govenator."