Jack. About a week before we all got on the plane… I got to talking with this man in a bar in Sydney. He was an American, too — a doctor. I’ve been on some benders in my time, but this guy — he was going for an all-time record. It turns out this guy has a son. The son’s a doctor, too. And they’d had some kind of big-time falling out. The guy knew it was his fault, even though his son was back in the States thinking the same damn thing. See, kids are like dogs — if you knock them around enough, they’ll think they did something to deserve it. Anyway… there’s a pay phone in this bar, and this guy… Christian… tells me he wishes he had the stones to pick up the phone and call his kid. Tell him he’s sorry, that he’s a better doctor than he’ll ever be. He’s proud. He loves him. I had to take off, but… something tells me he never got around to making that call. Small world, huh?
