Is This Mike On?

I look up and see them talking on the couch.

Andrew from a few years ago.

My 12-year-old son on one side and Andrew on the other.

Andrew will be celebrating his 94th birthday soon. It’s harder for him to walk or see these days. He’s a tiny man with little white wisps of hair coming out of his head. Even with glasses, he still carries a magnifier to help him read, and walks with a homemade stick.

And he’s talking to my son right now.

It’s made me forget how I’ve been after my son to get his schoolwork done all day.

“Start that homework yet?” I ask.

Sometimes I will just shout it from the back of the room.

“Homework!” Talk about an identity crisis. I suspect that’s how he will sign his driver’s license.

So it’s right after dinner when I see them talking on the couch.

Their heads are close together. Spencer appears to be listening intently, which isn’t always the case at school.

I don’t know what they’re talking about but I don’t care. For Andrew knows just about everything as near as I can tell. He just finished talking to us about Gresham’s Law at dinner. From him, I’ve learned about geology, engineering, working with metals, science theory, relationships and energy principles.

That’s what happens when you live on this earth for almost a century.

Oh, and about that homework? For tonight, it can wait.

Spencer’s a little busy learning something.

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