Teet and Sonny

I stopped to talk with a couple of guys who were fishing in a pond off of route 6. Teet looked from his tats that he had spent some time in lockup and from the few things I could pick up they hadn’t been fishing together since 20 year old Sonny was a kid. We hit it off just fine and I asked Teet what he thought of the war in Iraq and he responded with the usual stuff about terrorists and fighting them over there rather than here, etc. I corrected him (gently, of course) on a few factual things – none of the 9/11 highjackers were from Iraq and such - and from out of nowhere Sonny went off on a tear. Yelling at his father about how the war is a mistake and how we’re not any safer than we were before and that the Iraqis don’t want us there. It was startling. When he was done Teet and I just looked at each other slack-jawed. It was pretty clear that this was the first time he had ever challenged his dad. An awkward moment to be sure. I hope they worked it out. I'm not sure what else is going to happen on this trip, but to be the hundreth monkey just once was pretty special.