Where R the Adults

We grew up in Reardan, Washington. Tiny town. Middle of nowhere. Population: us... and some cows. Met in high school. Got into some trouble. The kind of trouble that makes a small-town cop sigh real loud before even asking questions. Now? Somehow, we’re the adults. Like... mortgages, kids, taxes... And I keep looking around — at the news, at social media, at PTA meetings — and asking the same damn thing: Where R the Adults [email protected]