Welcome to my journey towards waking up and smelling the real world.  I am a member of the “Beaver Cleaver” generation and I bought all of that conservative “American Dream” stuff.  The first blow to my fantasy life was 9/11.  Strike two was everything that has happened since.  Strike three was my thought-provoking son-in-law and his current second tour of duty in Iraq.  I am also a returning full time college student learning the things that the media doesn’t share about poverty and disease.  So, Beaver’s little sister is learning that everyone’s mom doesn’t wear pearls and a starched apron in that lovely immaculate home.  This is where the apron comes off, and I start getting to work.