Let's Play Money Jerry Vilhotti   © Copyright 2006 by Jerry Vilhotti

Byrom Hoover Bush's father believed indeed God did love the dying of hunger the most, for he had made so many of the miserable money-devouring poor who were always looking for handouts; taking money from those who had gleaned much moneys on their own merits, or so they wished everyone to believe and not understand when the Barnum scam was done on them by telling the masses, the weak of mind, the ignorant as well as the "unwashed" that it was better for all - that the government stop making its own money and instead borrow it from banks at an interest that was never there before which had helped the Communist Lincoln pay off the Civil War while bankers had nervous breakdowns seeing good money that could have been in their pockets wasted.

Byrom's father often thanked his God though for having religion become a protector of the elite; able to keep the riffraff in check in the throes of fear, hope and a devoted acceptance of their misery - looking for a hereafter to enjoy the good life - knowing the benefit of one hand washing the other as the super elite would protect them in their money making ways also with their police and armies at the ready to kill off God's beggar children at the flip of a George Raft coin.

 Byrom's father, a Cornell graduate, situated near Goring New York, knew he was acting wisely in disciplining Byrom whom his  first wife, the late Jenny Blue from Buffalo, had attempted to name after the club-footed English poet.  Byrom's father would smile a dazzling one of contempt when seeing her read poetry to herself with her lips moving uncontrollably.

 "Manners at my father's table, Byrom, are all important and thanks to Ma-ma and Pa-pa we have their roof over our heads and their foods in our stomach after that communist chemical firm in Delaware by the Blood River dismissed me due to my great ideas and when my parents return from Atlantic City, I shall tell them how you were caught throwing stones at the mansions on The Row.  Those magnificent people are our greatest money-makers!  You do realize these two infractions make up your fifth?" the old warrior said using his best sullen and sarcastic tone to display what a gentleman owed to pride, temper and most of all - self disgust which often awakened masses of inner destruction.

 The punishment after the fifth infraction was always administered in Pa-pa's study. To be fair, and the father always used that word many times a day when manifesting little cruelties upon Byrom, the boy had to have four warnings before "hellfire" overtook skin. Out would come the long wooden match, similar to the ones the lamplighters were still using to light the night in their quaint small New Jersey town, from the father's vest and in seconds its flame was licking upward towards the boy's palm. Within a moments, Byrom was collapsing into his thigh - before landing onto the hard oak floor as Byrom's father Percival McKinley Bush flipped the match as if it were a large large coin onto the unconscious boy.

How Byrom admired The Old Warrior for making the boy in him, the father of the man he would become, understand the many lessons of life.
 
 

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