The Boy Teacher and the Father Student 11 (Conflict of Perception)
What Can We Agree On?
F: Why aren’t you falling in love and getting married?
B: Really? And when am I going to give you grandchildren? Very funny dad.
F: Now you know how I go all nuts about it being all about the love. So if you are connected in matrimony and fatherhood you really get the love.
B: Oh I get it; get married and have a child in order to get a down payment on love? “Ownership” rights?
F: I think our sarcastic conversations may be the best. Gas in Yuma? If we can just make it across the state line we can save a buck a gallon.
B: We are cool I do need a piss in Winterhaven.
F: This Jalopy is still a fine ride.
B: “Jalopy” again – can’t remember.
F: Too cool, your grandpa Hugh loved the word. Probably a messed up version of Jalapeno. They scrapped cars there in the heyday of Mexico – Cuba. Jalapeno the town.
B: Ok, enough with the entomology I remember it is an old beater of a car. I would hardly call a 14 year old Corolla a Jalopy. Sorry “etymology”.
F: Yeah bro you be right this here is a classic ride! Maybe this old creature should be under insect life.
F: Ok, back to buying loved ones. If you spend the time and money on a young soul what is your return on investment? I just love that term ROI. I especially like how it applies to churching.
B: No more whacky tobacky for you dad, that is off the charts weird.
F: You are freaking buying time again. I hit that one on the nail. Can we deposit savings in a love account that is insured?
B: I like that dad, you moron. You are suggesting that we earn love. Then you throw in the “churchy” suggesting we earn love from God. There is this term old man “given freely”. From Protestant to the Pope to the Dalai Lama one may not purchase love. Except for that minor issue of the second definition of purchase that we use in rock climbing etc. etc.. I suppose if it is a grasp on love that is the purchase that notion runs through it.
F: Son do not use that perfectly apropos concept with others. They know you are weird, no need to prove it. Lest you end up like me without a nickel to my name and no purchase. Remember it is better to close your mouth and appear ignorant than to open it and prove it.
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B: Check out the military fence looking thing over there.
F: I am always amazed just how close to the border we are here for fifty miles or so. Isn’t that the Obama wall? I-8 is such a cool highway.
B: Check out those anti-tank I-beam barriers. That is not messing around.
F: Dad told me that a lock only stops an honest man.
B: Denying the honest with a lock seems kind of wrong.
F: Yes, just like gun control laws. Denying the honest to prohibit the criminal seems messed up.
B: But all in all I think the constant tug of war works out pretty well.
F: Shock my drawers off, you can see value in both approaches? Excuse me but that is reserved for enlightened elders. You are talking a societal yin and yang here.
B: Oh I see it may be right but because someone younger than you says it, it is dubious.
F: Touché’. Mijo.
B: Recognized brilliance from the old man. Let me send it to YouTube.
F: I am not Nixon, you will never get me on tape.
B: You are old school dad. Look at the blinking red light on my phone. Busted!
F: What the hell ever happened to the doctor/patient, Priest/confessor and lawyer/client and father/son privilege?
B: First of all I am a licensed minister, you are not. You are not my lawyer and because you have treated me for a bee sting does not make you my doctor. And that last stupid one does not exist.
F: Well it should, you Pariah of the private to make public for fame.
B: You are not technology lame, you are a Neanderthal beast. The phone is doing music. Let’s listen for a while.
F: Fine, your little device cannot sniff out Coyote dung on the trail. Or can it? Yikes!
B: Hmmm, they may have an app for that. Probably as they have one to warn of methane gas build up like a house fire alarm.
F: Life is a bowl of cherries and everyday has some pits. That one is a pit. On the other hand I bet our soldiers have such a thing for combustion engines that might save lives. I have to admit I love my compass app – or is that an app?
B: Dad, what you do not know about technology I have already forgotten.
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F: Gas is next exit. Hey there is a great Mex food place next door let’s get a couple of gut bombs and the fully loaded Mexican recipe Coke.
B: First, no way I am riding with you after one of those Carne Asada burritos. Secondly why do I feel like you are racist when you talk like that?
F: Son what are you going to do? Go out for Indian cuisine or stay at home because it is not PC to label a food Indian? You speak excellent Spanish. Are you going to speak English to a Mexican – how rude. We must discriminate. I like people to classify me. They normally will do so and respect my perceived customs. What is that dang word I love?
F: I like it. It is a core of beginning understanding that must be adjusted from conclusion without investigation and then more righter conclusion after getting to know one another. Your poor stepmother and I gave respect to each others ethnicity and custom. And then we found out that we thought that both were a joke.
B: You have said that concept do often and I still have trouble Pidgeon holing someone at first. Tell me about Pigalle again because I lose that meaning and think of it as BS.
F: So Paris 1975 and there is this horrible district that I got drawn into. I am telling you every other door was a brothel with young girls or an opium den or a gambling bar. That place was nasty.
B: Get to the point.
F: If you walk down a street there and do not immediately sniff out the bad people you will get mugged and stabbed. And amazingly enough race/ethnicity/national origin are huge parts of that immediate discernment and bias. Morally it seems wrong. Survival wise it is not a question.
B: Just like before, you partially judged me based on my category of younger than you. Sometimes you are a pig.
F: Don’t give pigs a bad name they are really cool. I suppose we came full circle back to that wall 100 miles back.
B: Twenty five yards either way or we are good or bad? 100 meters makes us legal or illegal. We were at our place in Rosarito Mexico when mom was pregnant with me. What happens if I was premature? Am I a Mexican or Norte Americano? What crazy cosmic entity determines the fate of my life?
F: Don’t give me your egalitarian and John Locke Utopia stuff. You know full well we are not born equal. A crack baby is simply not equal to you. That equal stuff only exists for our relation with God and what is under the law of man. And you know that. We are not fatalists but neither are we blind lest it be the blind leading the blind.
B: Admit it dad, I have white privilege.
F: Fantastic neighborhood growing up, born into a professional family, finest schools in the world, never a want for food, a safe home and environment and of course free flowing love and good spiritual underpinnings. Alright I admit, I created in you a stereotypical white boy in So. Cal.. But what the hell have you done with it? That is rhetorical.
B: So that life gave me guilt. That is neither here nor there. It just is. For some reason I think that people should be bigoted to me. Isn’t that strange dad? So regardless of what a failure you are, I have to take what I have and give back. I chose music. Maybe you have a stereotype of musicians? Let’s chew on the jerky and enjoy the music.