“Dad, you should have your own media and social network empire. You could have been bigger than Facebook, or Twitter, or X or whatever it is called, or Instagram, or Reuters or Comcast or any of them. You could have had delivery services that would make Fed-X and UPS look like mule trains.”
“Pan,” I said to my son. Yes, he is Pan, that famous happy-go-lucky satyr who used to dance through the woods drinking and jumping every woman he saw. He has since settled down with a lovely wood nymph named Gloria. So, “Pan,” I said, “I am retired. I have no messages, and even if I did…nobody would want to hear my opinions, and frankly I don’t feel like giving them.”
“Dad, you’re Hermes the messenger god.”
“I am, was, also the god of heralds, travelers, thieves, and businesspeople. I don’t do that anymore, at least not lately. I’m retired. I have more money that Zeus. I’m fine.”
“Dad…”
“Stop. Why aren’t you frolicking in the woods drinking until you and all of your friends pass out.”
“I have a family now.”
“Well?”
“What do you mean well?”
“We all change.”
“You were a MAJOR god Dad.”
“Things change.”
“But Dad…”
“Call Gloria and tell her to get over here.”
“Why?”
“We’re going to The Barbie Movie. There are seats available at the 3:30 showing. Go call her. Now.”
“Cool, she has been wanting to see that.”
“I’ve seen it three times already. She’ll love it. So will you.”
~ end
For more about Hermes and Pan read Ode to a Greek God. Have fun. And as always talk to your kids and stay close to them, even when they grow up.
Vampire Maman 