Jon was still in shock and awe at how stern ‘Mom’ sounded right now. Amazingly, when trying, Zoe’s voice could get pretty close to mom’s. That made sense, but enough pondering, Jon decided to pluck the bag out of the bin and take it outside. He went out the back door from the kitchen. The day was exceptionally beautiful. Right temps, low humidity, a reasonable breeze and clouds. Aside from the stink of the trash, everything was serene.
Luckily he didn’t have to handle it too long. A short walk away, Jon was at the street side leaving the bag out for collecting. As he looked around it wasn’t that bustling, many people were gathered away from home for various things, but not his father. He could see the garage door opened, and his dad under his Ruby Red Chevy. It was his hard work and grit at work that let him with a little extra to fulfill a dream. Of course, any free time had to be given to his treasure.
“Jon, I see you out there. C’mere!”
Usually Jon would avoid at all cost, but this was an opportunity. He walked over and sheepishly piped up. “Uh, yeah dad?”
His pot bellied dad slid from underneath, and rose up. He was tall, and broad in the shoulders. As a former jock, he really fell in love with the town he was raised in, with classic values. He towered over Jon, who just so happened to have his phone out. “I am sick and tired of you staring at that screen. You, Zoe, Mikey, hell even your mother is up on those stupid phone games that get you nothing. Your grandad sat me down on weekends and made sure I learned something, and so I’m passing on that tradition. You’re going to be an adult soon. C’mon, you really think you’re going to change the world just by looking at your phone all day?”
It was practically as if he was waving a red flag around. Jon looked at the options and tried for…
