Once at a University of Georgia football game, the boys were standing on the porch overlooking the Courtyard at the Holiday Inn wheree kids were tossing the ball around, families had tailgates set up, and it was a glorious fall day. We were indulging in self-medication and talking as we do everygame.
"Boys," Bill Shearhouse said, "from this perch we have experienced everything. Marriages and divorces. Births and deaths. Wins and losses. We've solved every problem in the world from here."
"And never told anybody," Jeremy replied.
My son cracks me up.
Yesterday when the Penn State football game started on television he quipped, "This game is brought to you by Toys-R-US."
He's working on his Ph.D. at UGA and carries his wit to class with him. A professor asked his class last week "What are examples of negative reprecussions of the computer in American society?"
"It has eroded socity's ability to spell because 'auto-correct'," one of the students said.
"Really?" Jeremy blurted out. "I thought that was due to the loss of Nuns with rulers in the classroom."
We were having cocktails together Friday night talking about his marriage with Marie, Chelsea and Sam getting married, Kristen in a long term relationship and I am too. "I get it Dad," he summarized. "We're going to be 'The Brady Bunch' ... a dysfuctional Brady Bunch, but the Brady Bunch nevertheless."
He's also got a serious side and is quite the student. We often have long lingering conversations about life and the problems we may be having. He's fiercely devoted to his sister Chelsea and the two of them spend lots of time together. He reads like I do and has spent the better part of last year working on his writing skills. He sleeps later than I do but the two of us have closed down many a night together.
It's a wonderful thing when you become close friends with your children when they become adults.
I've been so blessed.
So on Sunday morning, I'll count my blessings.
Oh My God!
There are eight!
We really are becoming the Brady Bunch!
