SO, I could write a book on THE SON. I once had an opportunity to move to Gulf Shores and work but couldn't leave the son. I just knew he would perish. So I stayed. Now I have the opportunity to move home, fix up my Mother's "condo" style building in her backyard which has a loft studio screaming for a writer, and no can do. THE SON still lives at home. I'm sure that he will not be able to change the toliet paper roll if I leave. Do I understand your angst? You bet I do. Do I think you and I are hanging on to the cord? Well, I know I am. Your circumstances are different and I can see you wanting to get a warm fuzzy from the possible outcomes, but me? I'm pathetic. Wanting to walk thru fire for your children is not a bad thing...however, there comes a time when we just have to throw them in the water and say swim.

For the life of me, I can't seem to throw him.

JJ