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| Outside of church, ca. '98-'99 |
Yep, Cat's in the Cradle, that's us. Or at least it will be, someday, when I have a wife and family and a job that actually keeps me busy and pays the bills. So we're pretty much stuck at the end of that verse where the son's all, whatever with your affection I just want the car.
I'm not entirely being fair to myself. Let's just say Dad and I have our similarities and our differences, and the interplay between the two has occasionally led to very bad, very loud arguments which are a thing of the past. These days, not every disagreement is an argument, and the arguments we have are wholly civil.
Of course, I had to teach him that an "interruption" is not what happens when he reaches a period, there's a pause, and I start to say something but he's decided he still has the floor - but hey. He's the Dad.
As with every generation, I look up to him, and still I see all the ways I'll do it "better" when it's my turn; hopefully, this will not merely entail trading one set of character defects and family dysfunctions for another.
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