My wife was watching a discussion on piercing on “The Doctors” on television, not earrings, but nose, lip, nipple, etc. Now, I’m Jewish and our religion generally forbids this sort of thing, women’s predilections toward vanity and ears notwithstanding. All of that aside, it brought to mind a story I have about my oldest son.
He was in his early 30s, living in Hollywood; I was in West LA. He frequently visited, as I was single (divorced from #2) then and we’d have a grand old time, grilling steaks or burgers, talking, having a beer or two. One day he appeared with a nose ring.
I didn’t say a word about it. Raising my kids I had a fairly laissez-faire attitude, though there were some restraints, of course, limits, I suppose. We grilled a couple steaks and potatoes and had our usual time together.
A week later, he came by and there was no nose ring. Again, I didn’t say a word, but he volunteers: “You were right Dad, it got infected” I responded, “Son, I never said anything.” His response: “You were still right.”
