A booked-up, old Ph.D. can learn a lot about life, economics and politics from watching his sons. My oldest son, for example, decided back in high school that college offered him nothing but a lot of debt and political-correctness hassle.
Number One Son had been taking things apart and putting them back together since, at age six, he first disassembled and reassembled (mostly) an old lawn mower I had put out at the curb for garbage pickup. Then he moved on to cars where he spent his twenties doing what he loved; turning wrenches for a living, and taking the kind of classes that mattered to him to become an ASE and Nissan Master Technician. He loves his job, and he hates it.
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