A funny thing happened to me this last Sunday. I ran into my first Eternal Adolescent. Now, man-children are common. There are the men who, in the presence of women, act helpless about responsibility and seem to be yearning for Mummy. There are men who refer to themselves and friends as "the boys", and seem to be on a lifelong escapade with the other charter members of the "wimmen-haters club". And, there are men who reach mid-life, and jettison wife, children, and hard work for endless pleasure and pitiful striving to keep old age at bay. All of these, I have met. But the Eternal Adolescent was new to me. He was sitting in Panera when I arrived. My husband and I sat down, and I happened to be facing him, with his lunchmate. She appeared to be a fashionably tousled, ponytailed divorcee (I don't know how I knew, I just looked at her and said, "divorced". She crinkled her nose at him, and laughed at all his antics. And antics they were. I watched,...