He paid us a visit.
Think-tank bright
brother-in-law, science-smart and rugby
tough.
He's put in plenty of lab time and he still plays. He was actually worthy of a year’s scholarship to do
research on the east coast of the US, somewhere in Massachusetts. Rucking is just his hobby, a way to letting off a little steam.
Now brother-in-law does stuff for 'important' people. Kind of
stuff that takes him around to neighboring countries that haven’t made it to the
industrialized phase of development. Which isn’t a bad thing. No, not at all.
We had a chance to catch up
a little over New Year. And we had one of our first pretty decent discussions
at the dinner table while Johnny was distracting the rest of the
family. Mainly we talked about kids.
When I was a kid, the future
was a place where we would all boldly go instead of something we needed to be
able to escape to before time runs out.
From Them
We talked about kids because the world is fucked
up in a bad way that’s really hard to ignore at the moment.
When ADHD was maybe six, his
mom explained to him why we need to learn about the world around us. A lot of
things we take for granted won’t always be here in such abundance.
Ozone might have
been the topic that day. Either way, it ended with our non-medicated offspring
running to the toilet where he proceeded to vomit. He’s sensitive about these
things. Just a little.
