hello, my name is Jim Anderson...

Yea...and all the men on "The Andy Griffith Show" where single.....except the town drunk.

All good (bad) things come to an end.
That show went off the air in 1960 (according to Wikipedia)

Most of the shows that we, the ILIASM membership are playing roles in, continue to be churned out, despite the abysmal ratings.

I seem to recall that Robert Young went on to star in "Marcus Welby MD" - not sure what medical specialty he dabbled in in that show, it was probably to do with deviant sexual practices involving Jane Wyatt and the Australian cricket team (but I may be just projecting here).

“I drove my 19-year-old son down to a disciplinary hearing at his college yesterday and have been emailing and talking to deans on the phone all morning.”

While we were married, my ex (who was a great dad) with my full support flew 1,000 miles to meet with deans along with older son when older son finished first semester of college with a .33 average. Older son kept his full scholarship got all sorts of support from the college but still flunked our second semester. It ended up that fresh year, he had gotten into heavy drinking. That came out a couple years later.

I don’t know if you had done what I’d done to get your son into college, but I had literally stood over him to make sure he got his Apple cations in.

If I could do things over, son would have had to deal with college problems on his own. That includes his applying to college without my structuring him. That may have led to his not getting in or his getting kicked out first semester which would have led to his either living home and paying rent (our rulesfor healthy offspring not in school) or he would have had to find a way of living on his own as a responsible adult.

It took him years to become responsible. It didn’t help that Husband’s parents swooped in and gave son a car and money, and s-i-l let son live rent free when husband and I refused due to son’s irresponsibility.

Applied the lessons to younger son. Did not organize him so applications were done. He missed the deadlines. Two weeks later, he had gotten an offer of an Americorps job at a place where he had been a longtime volunteer. He said he wanted to live in an apartment. I pointed him to the classifieds and even told him of a friend who needed a house sitter. He took no action on getting an apartment so spent a year paying rent at home while working for Anmericorps. Without my help, he applied to college and transported himself to an out of town scholarship interview. We co-signed for a loan to the college of his choice but gave him no money for his first year because while his SATs were 98th percentile, which would have qualified him for full tides, he had barely passed high school.

We told him he had to pass freshmen year for us to invest our money in his college education.

He worked up to 15 hours a week in college, took up to 20 credits a semester, had leadership positions in organizations and graduated on time with honors and awards from his department. He now is 29 and self supporting in a field that it is very difficult to find jobs in.

I wish someone had told me this my older son’s freshman year.

One thing I learned in economics is that when ever you subsidize something you generally get more of it, whether it is milk production or irresponsibility. I have often had to be stricter with my sons than I might have been had their mother not instilled in them at an early age that they were entitled to things just because they showed up. If they showed up for a baseball game they were entitled to play, even if they weren't going to make much effort to play well. As they grew up she had them believing I should be taking them on all sorts of trips and vacations because I had the money to do so.
Instead I made them mow lawns and when old enough get part time jobs to earn date and gas money.(I did buy them cars and pay their insurance) I made it clear to them as they grew older that when they were adults all an entitlement attitude was likely to get them was a bridge over the interstate to live under.
Perhaps a bit more tough love and a little less enabling should find it's way into your parenting.