- Your Voice
At the risk of sounding like my grandfather, I have to say that I have genuine concerns about the next generation. I’m worried about the impact of constant connectivity on impressionable young minds.
My 19-year-old daughter crashed her car two weeks ago. And when I say that she “crashed her car,” I do not mean to say that she got into a fender bender. I mean to say that she crashed her car to the extent that airbags deployed on impact. I mean to say that her windshield shattered and the front end of her little Honda Civic looked very much like the peeled back tin top of a Pringles can. I mean to say that the paramedics on the scene told her—in no uncertain terms—that the seatbelt she was wearing most certainly saved her life. It was that kind of car crash. Remarkably, she walked away with just a few scratches.
Jan. 11, 2006 - He can sing, he can dance, he is the same height as Pluto and looks a lot like Aladdin.