Days are often very similar and repetitive for me, and many others of the Olga Coal Company, though perhaps that's why I like it. There is a certain order and way of doing things about here. I suspect that's thank to the Captain, whom is a very close advisor of mine, I think of him as a sort of mentor to me. I'm lucky he trained me to be a foreman whilst I only applied to be a common miner. In this way, I am luckier than most. It's hard to convince Elsie of that; she complains a lot about how I don't get paid enough. Once she told me she'd rather liver under a tree than for me to go into that hole in the ground ever again. It's hard to tolerate such whimsical ideas- this is real life. I work day after day to keep a roof over her and my childrens' heads. I feel especially lucky today, after waking up from two days of sleep and remembering the past event's I've gone through. It's not everyday you survive colon cancer and then find some of the purest coal you've ever seen..
My days at the mine are quite monotonous. I am constantly gone from the house making sure that everything is going well at the mine To add to the situation my youngest son is a foolish boy who is over his head. He built a rocket! Which of course lead to complete failure. Now I am completely ashamed and have to take responsibility for his actions. I am telling Elsie to set the boy straight, and hopefully she does it soon, or else...
Today my foolish son built a rocket. Of all the stupid things he could have done, if had to be that. And this is not the first o his mishaps. From the time he was born, he has been causing mishaps around this house, inciting gossip on the streets and causing every possible trouble for our family. My son Jim is a far better boy, and I have high hopes for him. Football will lead him to college, and he will go far. But Sonny will stay here forever. His head is full of fluff, and he is a disappointment to our family.
The Alpha III
I am glad that I have reached my position as the leader of the Coalwood mine. I have worked up through the ranks thanks to my relationship with the captain, I have learned of his methodologies and I have begun to implement my own.
I am so dedicated to this mine not because I wanted to impress the Captain but because the mine is my way of life and I should not waste my own life.
I hope I am able to apply these same values to my children so they can continue my legacy.
Everything at work has been just the same as always. Nothing new or different going on. It is just the same old mining every day and sleeping every night. There is news of the Russians sending a satellite into space. I am not exactly sure what to think about it right now. I am just hoping that it doesn't become to big of a deal.
I have taken over the Captain's job position following is long overdue retirement. Needless to say, I'm glad I've been able to fulfill such a high ranking job and I'm proud of myself for making it this far. Jim is a football star, but Sonny continues to fill his head with nonsense science-fiction. I don't see the boys a lot though, so they are not high on my priorities. Instead, I focus on my mines.
Far from Coalwood, Russia has launched some sort of hunk of metal up into space. There could be cameras on it, weapons, for all we know. I can't believe the Russians beat us to a feat such as this. How could they be smarter than us? This declares they are more powerful than us. If that "Sputnik" piece of junk flies over my country, I'll be outraged...
Although I had high hopes for coal mining it has now become more of a burden then just a job. I work from early in the morning and get back late at night, I repeat this endless cycle day in and day out. I don't even have the time to spend even an hour of my day with my kids, its as if they don't have a father. The mines are not only consuming my time, but my life as well.
The Alpha III
It seems as though I am becoming distanced from my sons as my role in the mine increases. I fear I may not be unable to play the essential role of imparting my values on them. At this point, I spend so much time at the mine that it may as well be my only son.
I hear the Russians are advancing in their capabilities in space travel. I don't think they can do it, they simply don't have the resources nor the intelligence.
I am concerned however about their communist propaganda. They don't need rockets to convince the weak minded to support it.
I am now the leader of Coal Wood mines, and I am very proud of that! Although I am excited with my new position, this means I get to see my family less and less. Although my sons are not my first priorities, I must still be a father. I need to start being there especially after today. Sonny thought it would be a good idea to build a rocket. That boy is crazy, I wish he could be more like Jim. He caught the fence on fire with his absurd idea to build a rocket. I need to be at the house more to try and stop more idiotic things like this from happening.
With my new job demanding more and more of me, the less time I spend at home with my family. I feel like I practically live in the mines, or in my office. Work has become my number one priority. I know this displeases Elsie very much so, but I can only say that she is lucky I'm providing for her and our boys so we can all have a good life. I know I should be with the boys more, teaching them life lessons that only a father can give to his son, but maybe the lesson I'm teaching them is to be consistent and resilient at your job. That is what I tell myself, to ease the slight guilt I feel for being absent all the time. I wish I could spend more time with Jim, we have a lot in common and I'm proud of him for his accomplishments in football. I suppose I should try to get to know Sonny more. When he was born, it was hard to accept because I had wanted a girl so badly. Now, it's hard to get to know him and relate to him because he's always got his head stuffed in some book or busy with his own things that I know nothing about.
With the mine demanding so much out of me and Sonny causing all this ruckus I don't even know what to do anymore. My work has been keeping me up late at night, and I feel it may be the cause behind my awful allergies. I also have Sonny to worry about, taking out his mom's rose garden with his so called "Rocket" I don't know what to think of that child anymore. Elise seems to see something in him but whatever it is I can't seem to find it.
I am concerned about my son. I can't understand what he's doing with his life, because he could be so popular if he'd just play football and get his nose out of his books once in the while.
I found him in the backyard staring at the sky yesterday. No wonder the boy has no friends.
No further research on Sonny needed (it's too late to make a man of him). I'll be back to work bright and early in the morning.
Sonny did another stupid thing. With my new job as head of the Coalwood industry, I cannot monitor everything that he does, and Elsie is being far too soft on him. Sometimes (all the time) I wish that Sonny could just act like less of a child and more like a young man. More like Jim, really. I swear, if I hear a word come out of Elsie's mouth about helping Sonny with college, I will be far more than angry. Assistance with any career aside from mining is only for the boys who deserve it. Who are athletic, inclined, responsible, and strong. Case closed, Jim may leave Coalwood for college and career. I do not see this as an option for Sonny.
I saw my son and his group of friends playing near the mine. They were distracting the workers from doing their jobs. I will give him a lecture about how the mine is for work and not for fun
The Alpha III
I think it is preposterous the Soviets can get a satellite in space before we can. What if they have weapons onboard this so called sputnik, we'd have no way to defend ourselves and return fire! Surely the country that improved the Coalwood mine so much can beat the Soviets into space!
Regardless, I have little time to spend worrying about a country that is a whole ocean away. I must return to my work.
Last night one of our support beams blew up under the pressure of the ceiling above. I came in with the rescue team, and found that no one was injured or killed, and that there was minimal damage done. We were very lucky this time, but if we miss calculate the weight of the roof again, we may not be as lucky.
The company has lost about 4 bags of concrete due to recent rains. The concrete was not being used for anything, so there is no need for the company to replace it. Somebody foolishly left it outside without any cover. I will personally make sure that this doesn't happen again.
I am struggling to keep up with my workload as my son is causing problems (including explosions) at home. Most of my work this week has been towards preserving the reputation and good name of my family and the company. I hope to be back on track next week as my wife has talked to my son about his disgraceful disruptions.
Sonny decided to be stupid and try building a rocket with his friends. Apparently he had mentioned this before, according to Elsie, but I must have been to busy to be listening when he mentioned it. Elsie's entire garden fence that she loves so much has been destroyed; I'll let her handle the punishment for Sonny on that one.. I'm surprised he could build a rocket, when the boy can't even put the sprocket chain back on his bike when it falls off. Sometimes I wonder where he's going in life, compared to Jim. I've thought about this before and I'll just find him a comfortable job for him at the mines. Elsie wants him to go to college, but I think that's a waste of good money.
The Alpha III
I can't help but find myself disappointed in my son Homer jr.
He will never live up to his brother's strength nor athletic ability and in our town of mining and high school football he will amount to nothing.
He spends all of his time holed away in his room reading about science-fiction and space. He wants to build rockets when he grows up, a worthless ambition in a mining town. What good would a rocket do for the mine?
The mine is doing... well. Things could be better I suppose. I just work so damn much I think it's hurting my family. But they oughta realize that without me they'd be homeless in a shack. Elsie nags me constantly about working so much, I've just stopped listening. I wish Sonny would start acting more like a man. The band is a place for wimps and sissies and girls. I won't let my son be a girl. Why can't he be more like his brother? Now Jim is someone I can be proud of, football and good grades. Now that's my boy.
Yesterday everyone was gathered around watching for Sputnik. such a stupid thing really. Everyone just sitting staring at the sky waiting for some Russian satellite to pass over the sky. Sonny seemed really interested in it because when I came hoe last night from work he was just sitting there alone looking up at the sky. I don't understand what is wrong with that kid. He is just so fascinated in that Sputnik satellite.
I haven't had any work time of late, for I have been fretting about my son. He is so studious and not at all athletic. He spends his time studying the stars and talking to those stupid friends he brings home. I don't know what they do, but if he doesn't have a girlfriend and he isn't on the football team, he must be doing something wrong. And to think, he shares my name! I feel shamed by the boy.
The Alpha III
I don't understand what all the fuss about the Soviet satellite is. The only way we can show our superiority over the Soviets is to not change our way of life, we should spend less time watching the sky and more time working and contributing to the economy. Only then will we be able to beat the Soviets.
I find that Sonny is one of the worst examples of this, even before Sputnik he spent all of his time holed up in his room reading about space and men from mars rather than playing sports and preparing himself for mining.
Yesterday my idiot son launch a rocket he and his friends built. It ruined Elsie's garden fence. I just don't understand why this kid has to do such stupid things. Why can't he just be like his brother, Jim. He is so athletic and strong and brave. I know that he will get somewhere in life, but Sonny, not so much. All he does is read and build stupid things like that rocket. I don't know what to do anymore.
Every day I wonder why Sonny cant be more like Jim. Academically superior, athletic, motivated, perfect. What a waste to have Sonny originally named after me. Gives me a bad name. I don't see what Elsie sees in him. When has he ever done anything to make me proud? The only thing that seems to get him interested and passionate is about those damn rockets! No one can get over the Sputnik and the Russians! I don't understand the commotion. The people of this town should be focusing on Coal. That's what we do best here, and we should have the time to constantly talk about what the Russians are doing. How idiotic of Sonny to attempt to built a rocket. My reaction may have been different of it had been successful, but instead, Sonny decides to destroy the front fence! How absurd. I also cannot comprehend as to why Elsie was not as furious as I. After all, it was her work.
I do not have the time to worry about this, as my new position has proven demanding.
I did some discipline work in the mines today. I found a couple of men goofing off and working too slowly, and as I care so much about the efficiency and reliability of the company, I immediately corrected them upon discovering their misconduct. I told them their jobs would be at stake, should they misbehave again. While I cannot legally dismiss them, I know I can go to those above me for help with this if necessary. I am quite happy with the results, as the men worked diligently for the rest of the day. I hope to serve as a model for those aspiring to be like me: if you wish to rise in the company and live in a big house with a happily fed family, you must put your foot down and demonstrate the authority you believe yourself capable of. My work is just a contribution to a happy community.
I've been digging through this big block of sandstone. I know there is going to be a huge depot of coal behind it. This coal has to be top quality to be hiding so long for us. Once i get to it, I'll find another place that seems to be hiding a lot of coal.
Recently I have been coughing terribly. I cough all day and all night and I am worried about my lungs! Everyday is so hard working in the mine and I don't know how much more I can take! I feel like I have to hide how I feel all the time and I just want to be ok. I hope that I will feel better soon.
The Alpha III
I am glad the fear of the Soviet satellite has passed, it was simply a waste of valuable time. Worrying about a country across the ocean doesn't dig up coal, hard work and focus digs up coal. Unfortunately I don't think this value will be passed onto Sonny. He has hardly worked in his life, and he is weak, he should have played football like his brother rather than joining the marching band. That would have prepared him for hard work in the mines.
The Alpha III
I'm concerned that my role in the family may be diminished by all the time I have to spend at the mine. At least the other men understand if I have to leave for a football game, but that is the most interest I can show in my boy. All my other time is either spent resting or working in the mine.
I know eventually i will retire, but I have yet to find a person that I could feel comfortable in to lead the mine and continue my legacy. This person certainly isn't Sonny.
As my son, Sonny as we call him, carries on into high school, he keeps pulling further and further from the son I want. I know I shouldn't say this about my own son, but I want an athletic son willing to work in mines like my father, and like my family has for generations. Instead I get an nonathletic kid who thinks he can build rockets! My son Jim is the perfect son, athletic, popular at school, and willing to work in the mines just like his family. I feel that my wife Elsie is not as concerned as I am. She believes he is making reasonable decisions in his life, but I think he'll end up being some kind of clerk working for me,sitting at a typewriter pecking out forms, or writing in a ledger about how many tons got loaded in a day. He can't possibly get any kind of living by making rockets.
These past few months have been full of tension. First, Big Creek was disqualified from the championship, which is an outrage. Jim was even more upset than I was. We hired a lawyer, despite Elsie's dismay, but it didn't work out. Then, in the parade Jim and some of his teammates dressed as soldiers. Sonny played the snare drum, but I didn't bother to watch something as useless as that. After that, I had to lay off some of my men because we're producing more coal than the steel company needs. This caused a whole lot of disrupt and anger, but I did what I had to do to help the business. Finally, I had to go to the doctor, against my wishes, and they found a dime-sized spot of my lung. I can't even comprehend what that means, but apparently it's bad. I'm going to keep working though, I'm not letting a cough stop me from running my business. I have a feeling word will spread quickly of this through the town, though.
The last few months have been more eventful then I care to admit. First, the Big Creek football team was disqualified and was unable to compete in championship. Even though Elsie advised me not to, me and the other football dads hired a lawyer. Despite this, we were still unable to get our boys to compete. Jim was very upset by this, even more so than I am. Not only that, but in a recent x-ray, the doctors discovered a spot on my lungs. Elsie is very worried by it, but I know that I can't stop working. The mines are very important, and I'm not going to leave them unintended because of some silly disease. Lastly, Sonny has been very strange and embarrasing lately. He and some of his friends want to launch a rocket into space! The idea itself is hilarious, which is why I am continually suprised at their persistent efforts. I wish that Sonny would simply accept the fact that he will never be anything greater than a clerk or a miner.
Sonny invited this strange kid named Quentin over from some other town to build rockets. He spent money on some weird chemicals that explode, somehow. Why does he bother with such frivolous things? He's just going to blow up this whole town! Elsie thinks it will lead to a future, but Sonny isn't going anywhere in life except down the street to work in my office. Elsie and Mr. Dubonnet think Coalwood will die soon, but I refuse to believe that. Besides, with the way the U.S.A's space crafts have been going, we aren't reaching the stars anytime soon, unfortunately. It's completely unrealistic to think Sonny will become some sort of space scientist.
The doctor has discovered a spot in my lung, about the size of a quarter, and Elsie will not leave me alone about it. I suppose she thinks she is doing the kind thing, but then, who knows what people like her think. I don't understand it. It's merely allergies, or something of the sort, causing my problems. For many years it has been a tradition for men in my family to be miners, and none of them have encountered troubles with their lungs. Women seem to attribute every problem to the mines, anyway. They want to change everything in this town, this town which does not need fixing.
I always knew Homer Jr. need really fit in, especially not like his brother. Jim has always been the perfect son, out going athletic. On the other hand Homer has always been some what nerdy and reserved. Although he and I share the same name, we are definitely so different. I have always wanted all of my children to go into the mining business, but I'm afraid the only position that would fit Homer in the mining indusrty would be to be a secretary. All of my feelings were kind of solidified when Homer built a Rocket this week, yet failed, meanwhile burning down the fence. why couldn't h just have been like his brother or I?
The Alpha III
I am concerned about the activities my son is now participating in. All it took was that stupid satellite to fly over coaltown to inspire him into building his own rocket. He destroyed Elsie's big beautiful fence with his rocket. Does he understand how much it took to get someone to build that fence? And for what!
Elsie seems unusually proud and optimistic about Sonny, does she understand what Sonny is doing? He's wasting his time, at this rate he'll never amount to anything.
Sonny doesn't know what he wants. He is a reckless teenager who is making a fool out of me and this family. I will not allow it. Jim has too much at stake for Sonny to be gallivanting around with his rocket. And to find out he has been stealing steel? From my own company. I am appalled, and will most definitely be finding out who helped him. I need to stop this madness of so called "rocketry" before it gets out of hand.
Jim and his football team are not allowed to play the next game. I really want to appeal it even though the game has already passed. The reason is because it is the matter of principle. They can't just kick a team out. Elsie keeps on telling me not to, but who cares what she thinks. She doesn't know a thing about football. I have to get justice for the team and the football fathers also.
The Alpha III
I cannot believe that my own son continues to disrespect my commands and launch those stupid rockets. All they do is blow up, none of them are successful. Worse yet, he's using stolen company property to build these rockets.I can't imagine where he's getting the fuel for these rockets, for all I know he's stealing that too.
Even my own wife doesn't seem to understand what Sonny's rockets are doing to our family and the town. If only she'd stop encouraging him and his friends to build these things.
Apparently America's launched a rocket into space, successfully this time. This means the space race is done, though we got second place, after Russia. I woke up to Sonny and all of his strange friend sin the living room staring at that TV. Elsie's also very excited about it. I told them it was wonderful, though I can't bother myself with thoughts about space when I have to keep myself on the ground, worrying about the mines.
I can't believe that my own son continues to disrespect my wishes and orders. All they do is blow up, none of them are successful.This was shown when one of his flew straight into the side of my office building, right in front of the men that came from Ohio to visit, who own our entire company. What's even worse is that I finally took a look at those rockets, and I discovered he's been using stolen company property to build them. The fact that he's being so immature and completely disregards what I've told him makes me incredibly frustrated. The terrible thing is that Elsie will probably completely ignore the urgency that Sonny is using company materials for his rockets, and destroying company property with his launches.
Yesterday that idiot man Mr. Dubonnet came to my house and was arguing with me. That man has some nerve. He comes to my house and starts calling me all sorts of things. I don't really know what he wants, maybe he just wants to start trouble. I think he is jealous of me because I got the Captain's job. I don't know why though because I worked hard for that job and I still do, but if he was captain he would destroy the whole coal mine.
I am so disappointed in my son, Sonny. He has made four different rockets (which have all failed). I found out that he used materials from my mining company. This boy is the biggest failure and I don't understand why he can't just be more like Jim. Eslie thinks building rockets is good more him, but I don't see how. he should follow in my footsteps and work in the mines, that is how he will be successful. He should stop embarrassing himself and be more like jim and myself.
im done! sonny is getting out of hand with his rocket foolishness. today he hit the side of my office with his toy and chipped the wall! I have to do something to make him understand that he can never be a rocket scientist! but how?
Well, the past few weeks have definitely not been in my favor. Just to kick things off Sonny has bee building want to be rockets all the time, which almost always end up failing and exploding. Then the football team couldn't play in the championship game, and of course the law suite was a fail. I knew I should have listened to Elsie, she told me from the beginning that it would fail. Then just to top it all of, my health had been acting up. I really don't want to be a burden to anyone.I just want everything to go well and to keep mining in the business and nothing seems to be working out. In fact its going quite the opposite.
The Alpha III
I have to many things going on that are consuming my time. I have the workers striking every so often and complaining about their wages and I also have the union leader complaining for all of them. I don't know if there is anything that I can do. We are making too much coal than we can sell. The only way we can maintain profit is to layoff workers.
Meanwhile Sonny is out with his friends building rockets that will never work. The closest they ever came to a working one landed right on my doorstep. 'Rocket Boy' becoming the laughing stock of the town is the last thing I need.
Sonny is back at it with his stupid rockets. Now he is getting even more serious with and forming a whole club with his friends. I don't know why he is doing this. What makes it worse is that Elsie is encouraging him to do it. I mean does he even understand what kind of trouble this fool boy could get into. He could blow himself up or his friends. I don't know what to do with him anymore.
Transactions report: due to employee negligence, some extra materials were left out in the rain and I thought it inappropriate for the company to pay for removal so I donated said materials to a worthy cause. I would like to be clear that I have no sympathy for institutions other than our company but these materials were completely ruined by the rain.
I moved a welder, Mr. Bykovski, to working in the mines as a consequence of carelessness and thievery.
I worked a total of 57 hours the week before vacation. Now that I am back I will continue careful supervision.
After Sonny's rocket flew right into my office, I told him he was forbidden to create or launch anymore rockets. I dumped his chemicals in the river. That was such a foolish hobby. Rocket building isn't going to get him into that Cape Canaveral lab, it's going to get him into trouble. I know Elsie didn't approve of this punishment, but there was nothing she could do... Or so I thought. She gathered the support of those six silly school teachers and modified Reverend Lanier's sermon. I've reluctantly allowed Sonny to continue his rocketry, as long as it's on the slack dump I'm letting him use, and he's not using company materials. This way, Coalwood doesn't have to be bothered by his superfluous experimenting.
After church this morning i think i might have been wrong about it all. I dont know what sonny can do with that brain of his but what ever it is i think i should support him. He is intelligent and brave and willing to do something different. So i decided to help him out by giving him scrap metal and finding him a place far away from the town to test out his rockets. maybe he will build one after all. and also it's time he learned to drive, so he can go to the place outside the town to test out his rockets.
I am furious that the Big Creek High School football team is not allowed to play in this season. They are suspended. The craziest part is that people are blaming me, since I sued. I was trying to do what was best for the football players and they made it worse. It is absolutely absurd that they can't play this season. Football is very important to me and I love seeing Jim succeed at it.
On another note, Sonny has launched another rocket and it landed in front of my office. I am very angry at him and decided he can't make any more rockets. Elsie didn't think this was reasonable and persuaded me to let him continue building, but be more careful.
The Alpha III
I simply don't understand what Sonny's motives are for building rockets. Surely he understands that the path I want him to go involves athletics and schooling that prepares him for a career in mining. Jim is following this path exactly and look where he is, the star quarterback of the high school football team. Jim is the example of a perfect son that is setting his life up for success in college and in life.
The boys are at it again with their rockets and explosions, I know I have to influence my son but I must keep order in the mine. After today's service I think it changed My mind on a few things concerning the rockets, there is an open field far from the city so they don't disturb the people of coal wood where the kids can launch their rockets. I'm planning on surprising Sonny with it today, I hope he likes the idea as much as I do.
I have decided to listen to Eslie and let Sonny continue building rockets. There is a place away from the town that won't disturb anyone if he launches any rockets. I think I might have overreacted when his rocket landed in front of my office. I didn't realize how much Eslie cared about Sonnys childish plans, she wants him to leave coalwood. I don't know why she would want him to do that, mining is the way to be successful.
I knew Sonny was being foolish and building those dumb rockets of his. What I didn't know was the he was using material from some of my workers. I will be finding out which of my workers helped my thief of a son build his rockets. All those explosions and racket they make better not affect my workers, because I am ignoring the spot on my lung. I cannot leave the mines, in fact, I won't leave the mines. Not because of Sonny and his stupid rockets, and surely not because of a little spot on my lungs. I won't go like all those other miners did, I am not like the rest of them.
I'm starting to support Sonny in building his rockets. I felt like I was a little to harsh on him before about building rockets, so I decided to help him a bit. I found him a spot where he can launch his rockets so he can't get caught exploding anything. I hope this can bring our relationship closer because I get the feeling that he likes Elsie more than me. And I know it's because she is supportive of Sonny and his rockets. So maybe if I am supportive of him he will like me more. He's also been pretty successful in recent rocket launches.
The Alpha III
You know, I'd be much more supportive of Sonny and his 'rocket boys' if he didn't use property from my mine in his rockets without my permission. Granted I wouldn't have allowed him to use the material if he asked but at least I wouldn't have to scold him now.
I really need to talk to Elsie about her encouraging Sonny and his friends to build rockets. They simply do no good for our family nor the town.
After hearing the reverends sermon I have decided to let up on Sonny. By taking him to the mines I hope to show him a bit more of what I do for a living. I know he is confused as to why I am showing more interest in him recently. I do want him to succeed, and have felt as if I am some sort of villain in my children lives, especially after the whole debacle with Jims football. I hope with this trip to the mines I can talk to Sonny and put our confusing past to rest.
Even though I would always want sonny to go into the mining industry, I have come to realize that its not everyone destiny. IN addition to the fact that the mining industry is quickly deteriorating. Every day I watch more and more people walk away from multiple generations long business. This is a very hard thing for me to admit but Im afraid my life long passion will no longer exist. Im also getting afraid of what sonny and Jim are going to do for the rest of their life. Seeing how Jim got turned down for football scholarship, I'm not sure what he's going to choose as a career path, and seeing how mining os slowly going down the drain, i don't think he will be doing that either.
Today, I took Sonny into the mines, something I haven't even done with Jim. I was hoping it'd be a wake up call for him, to realize that if he really wants to be an engineer, he can be a mining engineer for Coalwood, and he can stay right here. Besides, mining engineering is real, it's useful. Building rockets shouldn't even be an occupation, it's not real science if all you do is blow things up and hope they fly. I'd like for Sonny to be a company man, to follow in my footsteps. Working in the mines is important to me, and I hope Sonny sees how important it is, too. Unfortunately, after our tour of the mines, he told me he still wanted to work with that Dr. von Braun. I can't say I'm not disappointed, I was hoping he'd finally come to his senses. The worst part was when Elsie found out, and threw a fit in front of everyone. I know she doesn't approve, but I hope she at least understands and acknowledges my side of this situation.. I wish she wouldn't worry so much, it causes too many problems.
The Alpha III
The reverend's sermon has really changed my view on Sonny. I still don't see the point in his rockets, but I suppose building them is giving him some skills that he can use later in life. And besides, him building rockets and pouring concrete is better than sitting in his room reading about science fiction.
I can't help but feel remorse for trying to sue the state over the championship football game and ruining it for Jim. In principle it was the right thing to do, but I could have executed it better.
The Alpha III
I have changed my perspective on Sonny's goals and what to do with him after my conversation with reverend Sermon. I usually hope that he is wise though and not destroying Coalwood. I hope that with that in mind we are able to grow as a community and I really want there to be a solid connection between us. This is so we dont suffer when I am older. Our relationship might improve if I take him to the mines to show what I am doing with my life so he understands why I am scared.
- Homer, Sr.