We’ve all heard the story, repeated with many variations, of the working class dad who holds down two or three jobs to put his son through college. Then, when his boy makes it into the Ivy Leagues, his white-collar son is embarrassed to be in the company of his blue-collar dad. The son may come home during school break, but he doesn’t like it when the old man shows up unannounced at the door of his dorm room.
Here the son successfully palmed himself off as “somebody,” only to have to introduce his old man, with his calloused mitts and uncouth speech, to his preppie roommates or girlfriend from Exeter.
I can’t help noticing that some of the upscale Catholic blogs don’t seem to list him on their blogroll. Blogs like Canterbury Tales, Called to Communion, Principium Unitatis, Return to Rome, and Alexander Pruss’s Blog.
Here dear old Dave has been working the Hoot Owl shift in the coalmines all these years with his pioneering “Apostolate,” only to have the upcoming generation of younger, classier bloggers show him the service entrance when he impertinently turns up at the grand entrance.
Poor old Dave. He’s tried so hard to run a respectable establishment, but he never made the cut.