I don’t know this world that he describes at all. Not by color, not by education, not by work, not by time. Oh, I worked on farms, in a factory, but I was never connected to a farming community, a factory community the way he implies. And I was always expected to progress; to work hard; to save, fall in debt and get a post-secondary education.
And I can only imagine the walloping that would have taken place if I’d gotten a girl pregnant when I was 17. (when I graduated high school).
For my lefty friends, a lovely version of Bruce Springsteen’s The River:
And a version that includes a nice story:
“Me and my dad used to go at it all the time… over almost anything”.
But it was amazing. Between 17 and 21, it was astonishing how much my Dad learned.