His name is/was Ken. We were in the Class of '70 in a small college. I haven't seen him since graduation

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6. A couple of things:

1. Around 1972, I announced to my mother that I didn't think I should have children. (I was 17.) She asked why and more or less I gave her the answers that Ken gave. My mother sighed and responded that there never was a good time in history to have children. I think she begged the question by avoiding my premise.

2. My friend is 78. Both his children weren't planned (accidents). He made the best of the situation and worked his ass off to pay for them. His wife made it her mission to turn them against him every step of the way. His son never completed even community college but got a decent job with UPS. His son might have been able to afford a house, except he lost whatever savings to two failed marriages and three worthless children. He has returned home to live with his elderly parents and is an alcoholic. My friend came from a nearly ideal nuclear family. They did everything together until their parents died. His own version just didn't come close to his childhood.