At the moment I have the Iron Maiden song mentioned above going thru my head. I know I'm 43, and too old for metal, but when Maiden was hot, I was the right age for metal... I'm grandfathered in.
In any case, the kid is doing his auxiliary duty until midnight tonight. The funny thing is, my worrying doesn't start until he gets off and has to come home. Must be the years I've spent on "the job" myself has desensitized me to its danger, but the thought of my son on a NYC subway at midnight will keep me up... or wake me up, as I am ready to pass out now.
I can just see this in the fine World of Greyhawk:
"Maaaaahhh! I'll be fine. I've made the trip to Verbobonc so many times I could do it in my sleep."
"Ach!, But what about the highwaymen? You could be laid on by highwaymen!"
"Maa! I'll be Oh-Kay! Remember how me and my party laid waste to Iuz and all his evil?"
"Yes, but you had that nice elf and the sour dwarf with you. Fine men. I trusted them to keep you safe."
"I think you mean 'dour' dwarf ma."
"Nope, he always smelled of soured beer that lad. Musta been his beard. Still, they kept you safe."
"Ma, I'm level 17 now! I can hold my own against a small army. I'll be fine."
"So says you! Maybe I'll go with you. I'd never let one of them highway men lay a hand on my little boy..."
If I sleep now, I have three hours before I have to start worrying ;)
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