When my children were teenagers, our home was the high school gathering place. We had a perfect place for them to gather with no neighbors to be bothered. Our daughter actually had a sign…similar to a real estate sign…that said “The Party’s Here.” If we were home on a Friday night, the sign went up…but my husband and I made it a FIRM practice to make spot appearances. We patrolled. Every week I’d remind them if I caught anyone drinking or found one beer can afterwards..they could find a new place to hang out. Meanwhile, I learned what kids to watch, especially any new faces…and I came to really know my children’s friends. Friday night was apparently ‘break up’ night and I dried many tears in my kitchen over the years. If they drank I never caught them…but I lived in fear of them outwitting us and someone having an accident later. I am truly stunned by the nonchalance of the adults at this clam bake…watching these kids drink and then hop in a boat with a drunk driver. Stunned and disgusted.