“Dad! An auctioneer! Auc-tion-eeeeeeeer-ing!!”
These words came out of my nephew Boone’s mouth last night as I arrived at my sister’s house. Boone was jumping from his bedroom floor to the living room table (we can do these kind of things in our limited-space homes in Brooklyn) and was clearly on white-hot fire about an idea. I can only guess a conversation was happening prior to my arrival regarding employment and Boone’s dad, Dan. Maybe a conversation wherein my sister, in her Nelson-Girl style was gently suggesting that Dan start looking for work outside of his entrepreneurial comfort zone. On a side note, if you’re not married to one of The Nelson Girls, or one of our kind, be just a little grateful. Because just then….where I said “gently suggesting”? That actually means we are the bossy bosses of our beleaguered husbands and while they all know it and deal with it in their own ways, each man married to a Nelson girl has a special burden to bear. Anyway – I can only assume Lori was talking to Dan about him going into the world, in this economy, and getting some work with The Man.
Dan has been more successful in his own business endeavors than anyone I know. He’s an amazing idea man, and has a brain that comes up with things that even when spoken SLOWLY and LOUDLY to me make no sense, but do make money. Still, even with Dan’s Midas Touch, his family is suffering the same lean reality as most people…in this economy. And while Dan is easily one of the most intelligent men I know, he (like Anson!) is a High School Dropout. This fact is not lost on Boone, who was carefully sculpting ideas for his dad’s next professional styling.
“Auctioneers,” Boone began “only really have to know how to talk.”
“I can do that,” agreed Dan.
“Really fast, though Dad.” Boone cautioned, and then continued on with the hard sell, “And you’re really good on eBay”
“True. I’ve been on eBay a lot and can buy almost anything.” Dan honestly seemed to be considering this idea.
“And the best thing is that you don’t have to have a college degree, or even a High School Diploma to be an auctioneer!” Boone was triumphant, if only a little condescending.
It was a beautiful thing, this career advice earnestly being given from a son to his father. Possibly Dan doesn’t quite quite have the right stuff to make it as an auctioneer, but how lovely that his son can craft dreams for him. Is there anything your kids are hoping you can be? Anything you hoped your parents would make the professional jump to be? I remember lying to friends that my mother was a nurse, and that my father was the King of a small country. That was around the 1st grade, Roan’s age now. Dreaming of a nursing-royalty combo isn’t quite as practical as dreaming of auctioneering, but still a dream. Anyone else?