At some point in adolescence, a boy begins to question the wisdom of his parent.
For me, the moment came in the 4th Grade. I was sitting at the kitchen table, studying for an American History test, while my mother, Nurse Vivian, was making meatloaf. "Who discovered Florida?" I asked.
"Polka Derry Long," replied Nurse Vivian, happily crushing stale bread into the ground beef.
Yes, there in a textbook was the name Ponce de Leon, but Nurse Vivian insisted on Polka Derry Long, and for the first time ever I knew something that she did not.
It's taken me 40 years to see the difference between knowledge and wisdom.