Son returns (prodigal?)

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I picked up my 18 year old son from the bus station in Albany. He had spent two weeks with a friend in Canada with whom he has embarked on an intense entrepreneurial programming project. He is home now, but the two weeks away prepared us for his departure to college in a week; we keep forgetting that he is upstairs in his room again.

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