On New Years day, one of my grandchildren, in the company of a “guardian,” flew from Little Rock to Nashville and entered a treatment facility to deal with his addiction to Oxycontin and possibly alcohol. Prior to the trip, there had been a brief intervention with close family members, and then my nineteen-year-old grandson was gone. He is one of the fortunate ones. His dad, my son, could afford to send him away to a place that can treat his drug abuse and, equally if not more important, the … [Read more...]