MindSpinner

Unless you happen to be a mother who’s just sent her son off to a program very like boot camp and is sentenced for five whole months to communicate, with the exception of two brief visits, only via letter and an occasional five-minute phone call, you may not quite fathom just how happy I was to come home from school this evening and find a letter in the mailbox today from Catapult Kid.

Food’s terrible he says, but he’s adjusting. Schedule’s nonstop, but his attitude is much more positive than I expected that it might be. He’s actually grinning and bearing it. Of course, he wants a few items in a care package - could we possibly expect otherwise? The funny thing is that the first item on his list is shampoo. He’s been at the Academy for only a week; he has very little hair (having been virtually scalped), and he needs more shampoo?

I’ll have this letter until the day I die.