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It was the summer of 1998 and my mother, who was 83, was visiting. My son Matt, 20, was also home from college. Counting my wife Madeline and I, we had three generations living under one roof and that lead to some very interesting intergenerational, family discussions. One day Matt came home from work and put the stereo on to blast out some of his favorite songs. I'm used to it, but the sudden wall of sound caused my mother to jump out of her chair, spin around three times, grab her ...

My 75-year-old mother just pulled out of my driveway this morning, headed back to Texas after a brief visit. The nice thing about a visit from Mom is that she doesn't arrive with an expectation to be entertained. Visiting my family is a pseudo business trip for her, so there's no need to wine and dine her. I've come to realize that, while Mom is resigned to the fact that her adult children live out in the world on their own, she really believes that she is the Chief Operati ...