Sunday, April 30, 2006

I am an old man who drives in luxury

I was driving Ben up to Produce Row before I drove him to his brother's t-ball game. Ben is one of the pack of Steins that works at the Royale. Ben is the youngest that works for me. He was looking around with wide eyes at the Lincoln as he strapped on his safety belt.

"Ben, this is kind of like sitting on your couch. This is a luxury car."

There was a look of awe on his face, and he started to play with the power seats and all the gadgets. He moved his seat, unlocked the doors, opened the window and then pushed in the lighter in each of the three ashtrays in his reach. Ben reminds me of me at that age.

We talked about the ages of the different members of his family. His brother Tom is 8 and he was playing ball over at Magdellen.

"So Ben, how old do you think I am?"

He shrugs his shoulders. "I don't know. Fifty?"

"Fifty huh? Wow."

I can sense he is pulling back. Society has taught him well.
"Forty. Fortyish?"

"Wow. I guess I am an old man. I am thirty three Ben."

So I roll into the T-ball game to drop off Ben.

"Hey Steve, I got a hit!!" Tom screams at me weilding a bat. Molly comes up and hits my hand as a hello and then runs away with a smile. Peggy is coordinating the team and I go chat with DJ.

Jermaine rolls up.

"Hey Steve!"

Ben comes up to ask me a question, "Hey Steve, can I show Jermaine your car? It is so luxurious!"

They run up the field to the Lincoln to go sit in the passenger seat.

Smart kid. He is destined for great things. He understands luxury.


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