New York City blogger Rafi D’Angelo caught a conversation I would love to hear more of on the CTA—between two scruffy, rough-around-the-edges blue-collar working dads heading home. As soon as he heard Pat and Charlie’s conversation going somewhere interesting, Rafi yanked out the phone and hit record.
“My wife wants me to get fixed like a dog but I don’t see why she can’t just keep taking the pill,” Charlie begins.
“No more kids for you two?” Pat replies.
“No, she figures we’re both getting too old for a baby.”
“How is your boy anyway? Haven’t seen him in awhile.”
“Oh John’s good, pitching this year varsity.”
“He’ll definitely have the girls hanging around him now.”
“Yeah if he had any time for them.”
“Focused on baseball?”
“Focused on boys.”
“You’re shittin’ me!”
“I kid you not. Came out to me and Mary Ann bold as daylight last year.”
“Well I’ll be damned! I’m not supposed to know it but I overheard Patrick Junior tell his sister he might be gay not two months ago.”
“We all saw that coming though.”
“You’re the second person to say that. How’d everybody see it but me?”
“It was just a feelin’, Pat. He was always a little soft, ya’ know?”
“I guess you’re right. But damn Charlie, we both have gay kids. What do we do now? Both our sons are gay.”
“We don’t do anything. We let em be gay and if some kid calls em a faggot we go to their house and raise hell with the parents like normal.”
“Well I guess John and Lucinda won’t be getting together like we thought awhile ago.”
Insert long pause here.
“Hey Charlie, you thinkin’ what I’m thinkin’?”
“I was for about half a second then it got weird and I started thinkin’ about somethin else instead.”
“By that point I was holding back a little tear,” Rafi writes. “But they changed the conversation to something about a building code.”
Welcome to the 21st century, America. This is family.