Oh we spend our days like bright and shiny new dimes

Yesterday afternoon Hubby and I had a pretty involved conversation about Eight is Enough.

Here's this dad, Tom Bradford, who is a widower. He writes a column for the newspaper in Sacramento. I liken his column to the one John Carroll writes for the SF Chronicle.

He has 8 kids, 7 of whom still live at home, 4 of whom are adults. He puts one through medical school and then supports the rest because they either made unreliable career choices or they are too young to make their way into the world.

How much money does the dad make? It can't be enough? Even after Tommy breaks his leg and the dad marries Tommy's tutor? I mean that does bring some money into the house, but it can't be much? And what about when they bring in Ralph Macchio, the "cousin oliver" to "Eight is Enough"? He's a growing boy and he needs food and new tennis shoes, too.

This conversation lead into the dream I had about the oldest Bradford son, David. Take a look.