Russell’s head was visible, he would be making his entry into our world within minutes. Soon Jess had him pushed out and he was laid upon her chest.
He just sort of looked around in awe. His look grew more quizzical. He motioned for me to lean down to him. He began to speak.
you serious? You decided to bring me into the world when things are
looking the way they do? The U.S. is about to default on their debt.
Congress is spinning and sputtering and has no real answers while we,
excuse my French, are skipping towards hell in a handcart. Tuition at
the University of Washington just jumped 21 percent—21 percent!—in just
one year. And you’re still 18 years away from having to put me through
there, how in the world are you going to pull that off? Plus I’m
probably going to follow in your regrettable footsteps, the apple
doesn’t fall far and all that, and end up with a liberal arts degree, so
you’ll probably be a hundred grand into me being a barista or whatever
cultural signifier of the bottom of the barrel that will be in effect in
you well know health care costs are only going to rise; I refer you
again to our dithering congress. But who am I to crap all over them,
they’re just people, same as you and me. What I’m trying to say is that
Rome is burning Dad, Rome is burning. What kind of future am I going to
have in this remaining husk of a once great nation? Not to mention that
I’m only talking about things on a national scale, let’s bring this
thing a little closer to home.
about you? Don’t give me that ‘Who, me?’ look, you know what I’m
talking about. Look, I want to be sensitive, but can I be frank? When
you take me home you’re putting me up in a bassinet in your guys’ room.
That’s all well and good, I get it, I’m not exactly self-sufficient. But
after a few months you’re gonna make me bunk with my older brother. And
why is that? Because you’re living in the mother-in-law basement
apartment of your in-laws. What’s the plan? Do you think well-paying
jobs grow on trees? I know it’s not my job to figure this out or even
worry about it, but how are you going to provide for us, and not only
let us survive and scrape by, but actually flourish?”
gathered my thoughts for a moment. He had caught me off guard, and
after all I am his father, so I wanted to respond with something
“Faith,” I said.
“Faith?” he echoed in incredulity. “I’m talking practicalities and dollars and cents and that’s what you say?”
“Yeah, faith, that God will work it out.”
“Is that all you’ve got?”
stood pat. Besides a checking account with an average balance of three
digits and two vehicles produced before this century began, yes, that's
about all I have to my name.
“You know, that’s the dumbest, most simple-minded thing I’ve ever
heard.” Then he appeared to think better of his roughshod brashness, and
he looked thoughtful for a moment. “Well, if it works for you...” And
with a flip of the hands, hey, have it your way, live and be well, he left it at that.