Something else i forgot to mention.
At the end of the convention i was walking back to the car with my kids. A few feet in front of me was an elder who i hadn't seen for about 20 years.
His son was a couple of years older than me, last i heard he moved to Italy. Anyway the conversation went on something lke this,
Me, ' so how's xxxx doing?'
Elder with a look of concern, ' not very well at all, he's not been doing too good.'
Me ( thinking he's ill or something), "Why, what's the matter with him?"
Elder, " he's got the......" then i couldn't make out the rest, cus of noise, etc.
Here i was, didn't want to ask again, seriously thinking he's ill. But i went on,
Me, " he's got what?"
Elder, "he's got the trappings of the world"
Me looking bemused and dazed, "oh"
Elder, " yes he's in Italy, he's got a job with loads of money, big car and it's lead him astray"
Well you could have knocked me over with a feather. Any normal father would be so proud to see their son doing well. But no, he paints it as a terminal disease.
Paul