Last-Minute Heroics
My name is Paul, and I am a procrastinator. I guess I have always known this about myself, and my mom knew it, too. She was the one who nagged me endlessly whenever I had a flight to catch heading back home after a visit with her and my Dad back in good old Lewiston, NY. I can hear her raspy voice still. "Paul! What time is your flight? You better get going! You are always last-minute. Oh geez, you're gonna miss your flight back, Paaaauuullll!" She always dragged out my name when proving a point, or if she was really pissed off about something I had done. It is entirely possible that both scenarios applied in this case. This tendency of mine to wait until the last possible second to do certain things, to take care of my business, was something my mom always pointed out, in the way that moms always know their kids' behaviors. They see them clearly and analytically, and then use that knowledge to harp on them for eternity. I never wanted to admit she was r