There’s not a lot of empathy for poor communities and working poor families, and I don’t know how to teach it - kids seem to be born with it or not. One of our sons would give someone the shirt off his back if they needed it and the other lives in la la land thinking poor families all fit some stereotype. The 30 year old who doesn’t understand the real world, wants me to take him hunting where I grew up to see the country and hunt the places where a lot of good stories came from. I said sure, but it will be on the budget and gear I would have had back then, we’ll hunt with inexpensive gear, eat peanut butter sandwiches on white bread, lots of beans, spaghetti Os, BarS hotdogs on white bread for buns, sourdough pancakes for breakfast and half of lunch, and generic potato chips and Sam’s choice cola for a treat. There is no budget for hunting gas so before we go something has to be cut out to save up for the trip so no movies, no driving around for fun, no eating out, and eat cheaply at home for two months including pancakes every single day if he feels like eating or cooking them or not. Pickup gas is too expensive so we’ll borrow a nephews crappy little car to make the trip and borrow an old pickup from a childhood friend when we get there. No eating out on the trip, no money for expensive snacks at the gas station, we’ll have a styrofoam cooler and only the water brought from home in 2 liter soda bottles. There’s no money for a doctor so a couple of childhood friends tore a tendon in sports or some outdoor accident and always had a major limp after that.
I was lucky and had a job at the local gas station and grocery store since I was 12 to buy ammo and a better rifle than most of the kids I grew up with, but still had to borrow binoculars and a spotting scope until my 20s. Nobody was getting rich because those jobs just didn’t exist unless you move away.
He thinks I’m a jerk for not just taking him, but that’s the reality of growing up in a poor working class family that he doesn’t understand and doesn’t want to. A break on hunting license cost would have been nice.
The acquaintance of mine who will bitch the loudest has a taxable income over $2 million a year and he cry for a month over $15 of a $60 cow tag going to a poor family in New Mexico.