generations raze "it must be a great adventure," i said. "being a dad and watching this little person grow up." "it is," pete said. "but those moments slip through your fingers. i get these slideshows on my phone. pictures i took of her six years ago. and i think: where the hell did those six years go? emma's about to go into grade four." "i remember grade four." "mr. janisse, right?" "is he still teaching?" "god no. he must have retired ten years ago. his son, though..." "jt." "yeah. get this. i'm at a stag and doe, and jt shows up with pizza. i say, 'so you're delivering pizzas now.' and he says, 'i own the place.' apparently he turned into a total burnout, so his dad bought pat's pizza and said, 'here. this is your job now.' it was good pizza, too." "good for him." "he seems happy. sometimes i wish i had a pizzeria. get up and open the place at three in the afternoon. hang around until one in the morning. it's nice to have the weekend off, though. time just goes by too fast." "i struggle with that sometimes. i feel like if we had a few more hours in a day..." "we'd waste them." "probably." "there's a pink floyd song about that." "well, i'm glad you're still here." "it'll take more than life to get rid of me." "that belongs on a shirt," i said. he laughed. 240728 what's it to you? who go blather from