The Viet Nam war draft ended just prior to my 18th birthday, so I never had to register. However, even as a teenager, I was an activist of sorts. I covered one entire wall of my bedroom in corkboard, and used to post newspaper stories about Nixon and the war.
Anyway, my firstborn son turns 18 next week. My wife reminded me today that I have to take him to register for the draft, and that really struck hard. Holy shit...three years ago I'd have thought nothing of it. I suggested instead that I take him to apply for a passport, and that it might be a good idea for all of us to have one handy. I got that "you're a fvcking whack-job" look.
My wife admits to blissful ignorance, although she certainly knows what is going on, to a much lesser extent than I do. I admit, I "filter" the news that I hear about the current world situation, because she says it freaks her out to hear me tell her about the day's real headlines, not the ones she hears sandwiched between Katy Couric's makeup tips and the Cooking With A Gay Guy segment on the morning news.
Anyway, I am not sure where I am going with this. Just reflecting. It is as if I have to go hand my son over to Smirky McWarhardon to go dig up some more oil for him. I am so bummed. If only Canada weren't so freaking COLD!