photo courtesy of cleveland.com. It was Saturday morning, the first weekend of the summer, and our family’s calendar was completely blank. So, naturally, my almost 11-year-old son was looking for a buddy to play with. At his request, I texted the mother of one of his friends (he doesn’t own his own cell phone), asking if her kid was available, and she promptly texted back: “He’s at the middle school playing a baseball game. Tell him to come on up.” The school is about five blocks up the street, bang a right and head down an alley, then down a brief hill, cross a relatively busy street, and the school is staring you in the face. It’s a 15-minute walk, five or 10 minutes on a scooter. So, I wondered: Do I drop him off, offer to walk with him, or tell him to watch for cars and send him on his… Read More