The summer before seventh grade I came home from Boy Scout camp to find that my parents had moved.
Sure, I knew they’d sold the house, but I didn’t know they were planning to move while I was gone.
I walked into a house full of furniture I’d never seen before. A man who used to rent down the street sat on the sofa.
I quickly got a forwarding address and caught my scout leader as he pulled away. He dropped me off at our new apartment a few blocks over.
Mom smiled when I came in. She’d put the apartment as the return address on the letter she sent me at camp. Plenty of notice, in her view.
By seventh grade, truth be told, I understood what it took to live with my parents. My father was, well, self-absorbed and my mom had an odd sense of humor. So I knew even then to never take anything for granted.
Now I’ve been a hardcore liberal all my life and think most conservatives have it wrong most of the time. But I learned a few lessons early in life, so I understood perfectly and even agreed with him when President Reagan said of the Russians, “trust but verify.”