The Son Also Rises
Honest pay for an honest day's work, but I do not work any more. Well I do, but not like I used to. I used to work twelve hour days. I was paid well. Now I simply putz; some say I am a putz. I only work a few hours a week, trying to finish some cases. My hourly rate was high, but so was my overhead. Now I have no rate, my overhead is lower.
I was twenty five before I made more than my father. He had a master' s degree in education. I had a law degree and began working a generation later. I have three sons who work. Two in college, one in high school. None have their degrees, yet. All three make more than I do. Not combined. Individually. My third son surpassed me at the ripe old age of sixteen.
Two of my sons work at restaurants. They make $2.80 an hour before tips. Without tips, they still make more than their father.
What profit can we show for all our toil, toiling under the sun? A generation goes, a generation comes, yet the earth stands firm for ever. The sun rises, the sun sets; then to its place it speeds and there it rises. Ecclesiastes 1:3-5.
Again it comes back to time. Their time in the sun is rising. Mine has set. Their profits will be bountiful. Mine were. But I have been surpassed. A long time from now they will be surpassed. That is the natural order. A generation goes, a generation comes.