It's Sunday afternoon, and I'm visiting my parents.
My dad and youngest brother are in the den, watching the Colts/Steelers game. My mom is on the couch, doing her homework. My mom started college classes last fall, and I have to say I'm really proud of her. She started college, back in the late seventies, but never finished. Now that my siblings and I are pretty much all grown up and she's not running around, driving someone to dance/basketball/swimming practice, she's got some freedom again.
So my mom is doing her homework for some Economics History class, I'm leafing through an errant Pottery Barn catalogue, and she says to me, "You're good at critical thinking. What do you think about school vouchers? Public or private, who needs to work harder?"
Later in the afternoon, I'm folding towels at the kitchen table, enjoying the peace and quiet. My mom strolls in, eating a piece of chocolate cake from a small plate. She pauses, her fork in the air. "Did you know," she begins, "that if you lived under a Socialist economy, up to 60% of the wages you earn would go to the government?"
"That's true," I reply, "but then ideally, your social services would be better and more accessible, and everyone could take advantage of them."
"Yes, ideally. But it's never worked out that way," she responds, then, cake in hand, she walks out of the kitchen.