Stamps

We were on our way to Napa when my 18 year-old son called…”Hi Dad, what are you guys doing?”  I replied, “On our to Napa for the weekend,” upon which we heard a big sigh.  “Why, what’s the problem?”, I ask.  In a serious tone he says, ” I need a stamp.”

In the entirety of my son’s life, stamps came from Dad!

I am proud of both of my sons, as they have become terrific responsible young men.  However, I will never forget that brief conversation as a measure of how dependency often leads to helplessness for even the most trivial of things.

While humorous in retrospect, it’s also a cautionary tale–and metaphorical in a political perspective.