Max Riffner

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Grown-up Talk

Saturday, my folks pitched a big ol’ tent to celebrate my little brother graduating from college. He’s a grade school PE teacher, so his first semester will be starting up quickly. On top of that, he’ll also be coaching track and cross-country on the high school level. The guy works hard, especially during those times.

Anyway, the party raged on into the night. It ended up just my mom and dad drinking with their sons and my brother’s girlfriend (my wife was making the long trek back from RAGBRAI). What was interesting about the night was how I felt it was one of the first times we all communicated as mature adults (as f-bombs started getting dropped left and right, slowly at first, then a blitzkrieg of them), but also the acknowledgment of the respect we have for each of our individual personalities. We are all really different, and I’m glad because I learn from all of them constantly. It was one of those nights that will never be recreated no matter how hard we might try, and it may not even be as important to my family as I felt it to be for me, but I’ll always remember it fondly.

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