On Father’s Day I chatted with a yesterday’s player in an Old Country Buffet line who dumped his bucket on his trials and tribulations of having fifteen children and a host of grandchildren. He blamed his playing days on the trucks he drove over the years.
He was an African American chap about 5 feet 10 inches tall with a personality that was very likeable. The salt and pepper color of his hair suggested that he might be in his late fifties or early sixties. This rolling stone said he has 6 sons and 9 daughters.
He said the girls were his biggest headache because every time they have a falling out with their boyfriends they move back home. Some stay up to two years.
I asked had he ever been married. He said three times and he was about to marry again soon. This chap argued that his biggest problem was with baby mama drama from the mothers of his many children. It appeared that he was unable to get these women to accept the role of sister wives in his apparent effort to have a de facto polygamous family or harem.
I wondered whether he was merely about to further confirm Einstein’s definition of insanity where he was about to repeat the same action and expect a different result. This rolling stone read the doubt in my eyes, so he attempted to convince me that he knew what he was doing this time.
As our conversation was finishing, this father shocked me by saying one of his daughters had to quit being a school teacher because she was receiving love notes from fourth grade boys. He suggested that these fourth grade boys were very persistent. This father gave the perception that his daughter was forced out of her job to avoid a legal crisis. I wondered what happened to yesteryear’s schoolmarms.