i still have a voicemail in my phone that my dad accidentally left me a few years ago

his phone was in his pocket and he was talking to someone

he says, speaking of my brother jeb and then me:

“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.”