MY MOM WOULD WANT ME TO . . .

 

In a time when our adult children are purportedly raising a generation of spoiled me-me-mine-mine offspring, I find myself climbing on my soapbox and disputing this claim by heartwarming example.

 

Protocol at my eight-year-old granddaughter's school is such that if a student forgets his, or her, lunch money or hasn't sufficient funds remaining on their lunch account, that child is served the dreaded "cheese sandwich" and a carton of milk. Wholesome, yes. 

 

Of course, spotting this "bare...