Prince Harry and Prince William delivered an impassioned speech on land mines at my alma mater, Page High School.
They stood in the parking lot with little oil-caked tykes bobbing around them with their arms outstretched. The children looked like little skeletons dripped in wax. You know, the sort made famous in those damned Sally Struthers infomercials at 2 o' clock in the morning.
Anyhoo, I didn't give two shits from a gnat's behind about Prince William. Of course, I wanted to prod Prince Harry's red candy apples. Always have. But I chomped my lips at the bit, instead.
My Mom drove over to Prince Harry and asked if she could make a donation.
"That's be great," Prince Harry said.
So my Mum swung open the driver side door. In the process, she smacked a little oil-caked tyke in the back of his head.
Prince Harry didn't seem to notice.