I have two teenagers that have grown up in the Facebook/Playstation age and it makes me sad. I think Mrs. Scary and I have done better than most in trying to raise our children in the “old school” way but modern society is a powerful enemy and it wears you down bit by bit to a point when you suddenly think that “only” two hours of online gaming is progress. I have a hard time coming down hard on the culprit, my son, because he’s otherwise very active, football, soccer, baseball, hockey, skiing/snowboarding, hunting/fishing and scuba diving. But it just bugs the living crap out of me to see him sitting in front of that damn idiot screen for hours at a time when he should be out…I don’t know… recreating my childhood or something. He’s got a great head on his shoulders and he wants to do great things, maybe it’s the old man in me talking, but in MY DAY we didn’t waste our time playing video games. In my day we built tree houses and submarines. Or at least tried to build a submarine…it’s a long story. Of course when my best friend Lee got PONG we spent hours hitting that little white dot back and forth but that’s totally different. At least I caught him studying my FAA power plant test guide last week, maybe there’s some hope for him yet.