I got a call from my dad while I was at work. He left a voicemail asking me to call him back. Then he apparently forgot to turn his phone off, and so I have a voicemail with over two minutes of him talking to someone (possibly himself?). At one point he says this:

“My son is thirty-five years old . . . a green beret in the military. I called him the other day and said, ‘Son, I’m proud of you.’ My other son is . . . college-educated . . . smart . . . and dirt broke.”

Guess which one I am!