Jer's Story
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Here's another from the NYC Angst Collection, circa late 80s. I've felt, at times in my life, as though my ol' daddio (whom I long ago dubbed "Jer") had an, shall we say "unfulfilling" line of work. I've had all the usual battles with myself over how daddio has influenced my life, and at one point, I think I actually subscribed to the basic gist of this. It is absolutely critical to note that ol' Jer has mellowed in his old age, and I now have a significantly broader view of the old fart, bathed as it is in his big, gooey heart (the one that resides under his curmudgeonly crust) so filled with love and affection for his children and grandchildren. So, this is a kindofa snapshot window into a frame of mind I once had, but have long since positively re-evaluated.

Jer's Story

Four score and seven years ago, Jer was working in a coalmine, bringing home the bacon. Once, he was trapped under a trestle for six years before God decided to intervene. And lo, He looked down upon Jer's dilemma, and said, "Yeah, tho thou hast been trapped these many years, yet have I decided to free thee from thy bondage. Go forth, young Jer, and marryest thou to fair Roberta of Brooklyn. Bearest thou a boy-child and nameth him 'Glen'. Watcheth him grow into dubious adulthood, a confused and neurotic manchild. Seeth thou him strive to undertake many undertakings, all with minimal degrees of success. Watcheth him struggle with even the most basic questions, and offer him naught but financial advice."

"Sheildeth thyself from any show of emotion, that thee may maintain an artificial aire of strength, that he and his siblings may grow confused regarding their attempts to break through thy barrier. Goeth forth and work unsatisfyedly at a great many jobs, wherein thee might stare incessantly at pages and pages of numbers, cross referenced and cross-cross referenced, that thee might eventually go crazy from lack-of-meaning-of-it-all. Asketh not why I have chosen this path for thee, but rather, reject me entirely. Sayeth thou things like unto, 'no god would allow for a world such as this,' and, 'how could a god exist who acts so irresponsibly?' Now goeth forth and do thee as I bid." And so, Jer was freed of his long captivity, the trestle suddenly rotting away from over him. And off he went, into the world in search of fair Roberta of Brooklyn, whom he eventually married. And the rest is history.

THE END

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