One day I got a wild hair and decided to go to Law School and by god . . . I got in. I loved studyin’ those big old books. But I knew I wasn’t gonna ever amount to anything in that profession. I didn’t care about the law that much. I just wanted an achievement so dad would like me. I went home after my first year. Dad come in from work with a 12 pack. I tried to tell him about torts and contracts and criminal procedure. He didn’t even seem interested. He just kept talkin’ about the factory. He kept wantin’ to tell me how fast some new girl could put envelopes in a box. “Boy, she’s a hell of a packer,” he’d say, “I can hardly keep up with her.” I couldn’t believe it. Finally I said, “Dad, I don’t even know that envelope packin’ fool . . . why do you think I want to hear about her?” He looked at me and said, “Everybody’s jealous of her . . . she’s showin’ em all up . . . she’s showin’ em how it should be done.” That was it for me. I got up from the table. I grabbed my beer and said, “Dad why don’t you ask that dumb bitch if SHE’S on the god damn dean’s list.” I walked outta the kitchen and I left the next day. I went back and finished up my studies and graduated. But dad never did seem to care. In fact I don’t believe he gave a shit one way or the other that I’d become a Doctor of Jurisprudence.