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  • I got to meet one of my Facebook friends in the flesh recently. He's a singer/guitarist and his current road trip brought him to Gainesville. The guy basically lives out of his car and mostly plays in small venues with a tip jar, but he seemed like a very happy young man.

    My friend told a poignant story about his father, the scion of a very wealthy English family. His father is a millionaire, his uncle a billionaire and his brother, a mere two years out of law school, is earning in the upper six figures. They are united in being appalled that he has chosen to be an entertainer and have repeatedly called on him to come to his senses. His mother's family, Irish laborers all, think it's a grand career but, of course, don't have a tuppence to lend to his support. One night he was playing in a lounge in New York, when, much to his shock and amazement, his father walked into the room. The singer called him on stage, and as they hugged, the father whispered in his ear: "Let's get this silliness over with, then come home and earn a respectable living." It was what our performer expected to hear, had heard so many times before. He went through his set and was packing up, when, lo and behold, dear old Dad approached him in tears. "I've been a fool, son," Papa said. "I had no idea you were this good. Forget what I said and follow your dreams." It might have been the proudest moment of our young singer's life, and it lasted until breakfast the following day. Papa joined his offspring at a restaurant and mumbled without preamble, "Er, I had a bit too much to drink last night and I said some things that I didn't really mean. My brother can find you a nice job somewhere." But you know and I know and Daddy knows and Pliny the Elder knew that in vino there is veritas.

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