Scoot

The years melt away when grown men and women alight themselves on my scooter to give it a try. At the suggestion of my friend and former colleague RJ, I bought an adult scooter, having discussed the problem with him of keeping up with our speedy daughters on theirs, and of having our son (who cannot yet scoot himself) keep up without frustration. The solution? I scoot around with the boy riding on the front. So it's worth its weight in gold on a Central Park visit. And I use it for the express school run. Did I ever see myself as going for a gadget at my advanced age? No, but if it saves minutes a day, then it enters the repertoire...