It's OK, I understand. Once one of my best friends, with whom I was writing something -- thankfully never published widely -- wrote some radical stuff that my mother read. My mom famously said: "How can such a nice man write such terrible things?" It made me think. That's good; it sounds like your parents are/were intellectuals. When I announced at dinner one evening that I wanted to be a poet, my father simply said: "That's stupid." It turns out that my father's instincts were correct And I had to abandon the stereotypical, Bohemian life and move into a more practical profession. But I never abandoned my idealism, which is why I'm still corresponding with you all. I'd like to meet your family someday. Even if they punch me on the nose it would be cool.