This morning while drinking my coffee at McDonalds, I overheard a father and son in the next booth. The boy appeared to be a kindergartener. The father carefully explained a lot of things: questions the boy asked him and interesting items that the father brought up. The father was transferring a lot of information of value to the boy.
I overhear many father-son conversations in McDonalds; most of them take place when it is the son's time to stay with the father.
The father talked about the boy's mother. He told his son that God had decided that he would marry her long before he knew her. Their love had happened for a reason, and he was glad that it turned had turned into a happy marriage and family.
I went for a coffee refill and walked by them on the way back. I said, "Looks like you have your buddy with you."
The boy said that it was "buzz cut day."
"What's that," I said.
"Every time we get a haircut together, we get a buzz cut, and then go to McDonalds for breakfast."
I talked to them both for a while, and found the father was "in transition." I assume that meant out of work.
The Buzz Cut Club is a beautiful thing.
