We grew up in Reardan, Washington. Tiny town. Middle of nowhere. Population: us... and some cows.

Met in high school. Got into some trouble. The kind of trouble that makes a small-town cop sigh real loud before even asking questions.

Now? Somehow, we’re the adults. Like... mortgages, kids, taxes...

And I keep looking around — at the news, at social media, at PTA meetings — and asking the same damn thing: Where R the Adults

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