I remember when I was a kid my pops would ask one of his Old School Man friends to check in on us to make sure we were ok whenever he had to go out of town for a few days.
On the surface it seems like a simple request that isn’t really a big deal.
But think about it, my Old School Dad trusted another man with the welfare and safety of his family in his absence. And he had an Old School Man friend that would not only take on that responsibility, he would protect and look out for another mans family like his own.
The “Check in on my Family” tradition amongst Old School Men dates back to the westward expansion of the United States. When an Old School Cowboy or Rancher had to run 300 head of cattle to sale he left the women and youngest boys back on the ranch.
Between the wondering highwaymen and footpads, Indians, the unscrupulous banker who held the ranch note and regular old outlaws – leaving ones family alone was extraordinarily dangerous.
But the Old School Cowboy didn’t have a choice, he had to hit the trail for a few months every year so he could make enough money to feed his family and keep up on the ranch payments.
So when he left his family behind he would ask other ranchers and settlers in the area to “check in on my family”. For the Men living nearby this was just something he did for a neighbor because he knew when time came for him to hit the trail or go into town every Man in the area would do the same for him.
I was talking to a buddy of mine about this today and he said that he asked one of his ‘friends’ if he would feed his dog for a couple of days wile he was out of town. His friend said “sorry dude, I am way busy right now”.
Today’s femi-man is so worthless that he won’t even take 10 minutes out of his day to toss a handful of dog food into a bowl for a friend. So asking him to check in on your wife and kids is pretty much out.
I guess this is another Old School Man Value that is going out the window along with slapping a gal on the ass.
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James G is a Veteran Civilian Contractor who has worked in the Middle East and Southeast Asia for way too long. He spends his off time in Indonesia and Virginia getting drunk, shooting guns and writing poorly written articles.