America 1982-Chapter 666 - 8: Let’s Scrap the Golf Clubs

Jason’s never-before-met son arrived incredibly fast, reaching Greenville the next day, thanks to the convenient air travel between America and Canada.

Before the boy arrived, Tommy had been advising Jason not to admit to any problems carelessly, who knew if someone was making up stories just to get a share of Jason’s wealth.

However, when that whole Canadian family appeared in Greenville like they were on vacation, Tommy felt upon first sight that whether Jason admitted it or not was no longer important, because his son looked almost exactly like him, so much so that there was no need for a paternity test.

"Hello, sir," the man greeted Jason in the sunlight, accompanied by his wife and daughter.

Jason walked over incredulously, surveying the man, then turned to the little girl: "Hello, children."

"I guess you don’t have time for my party now, your story reminds us once again of the importance of taking safety precautions, whether you’re moonlighting as a gigolo or answering the call," Tommy said, patting Jason’s shoulder, putting on his sunglasses, and heading to his car.

"I’ll go, but let me digest this surprise first," Jason called to Tommy’s back: "See you at the party."

This time, Tommy chose to head north on Interstate 81, passing through Tennessee, Virginia, all the way to Washington D.C. Charles Salmon was abroad as an advisor to the President, leaving only Ted to squeeze some time into his busy schedule for a working lunch with Tommy. During the meal, Tommy shared Jason’s experience with him, and Ted thought that Jason’s story could be turned into a comedy and broadcast on the TV network he managed.

Today, Ted is probably busier than the President in America. Tommy’s previous media networks, newspapers, and so on were all managed by him. The media matrix Ted now controlled was like honey, attracting politicians daily, and every morning, he had various invitations or meetings waiting for him.

When Tommy arrived in Philadelphia, Pam gave his car a free comprehensive check. Now settled in Philadelphia with Carly and the kids, after retiring from the naval engineering department, he had opened a chain of second-hand car dealerships, insisting every night at dinner that the children appreciate the comfortable life the United States Navy Philadelphia Fleet had brought to the Marvel family.

This was indeed true. At twenty-nine, Pam, as a naval engineer, was transferred to Philadelphia to maintain a large number of World War II warships in storage there. America hoped that if a third world war broke out, these relics from the Philadelphia Fleet could return to the battlefield. But Pam thought such a war wouldn’t break out in his lifetime; even the Soviet Union had fallen. Who else would warrant America deploying these old relics? Besides, if the situation arose that these antiques had to be sent into battle, it would mean America’s days were numbered.

So, he felt completely justified in dismantling and selling parts from the ships, saving up the capital to start up his retirement business. This was why he insisted his children give thanks each evening for the Navy’s generous gift. After all, Pam’s chain of over seventy second-hand car dealerships owed its start to the initial capital provided by the Navy.

However, Pam wasn’t too greedy; after working for the Navy for over thirty years, he’d only stripped fourteen warships down to their hulls, which was negligible compared to the Philadelphia Fleet’s hundreds of ships.

Of course, his actions were never discovered, as those ships were ultimately used as targets, towed away to designated areas where the Navy tested various new missiles or torpedoes, effectively having the Navy itself destroy the evidence of Pam’s theft.

Seeing Pam rush to the passenger seat, Tommy asked curiously, "You could catch up with us later in the day; there’s no need to accompany me right now."

"Carly is throwing a fit. I plan to go back to Warwick for half a month before returning," he replied.

"What did you do to her that requires escaping for half a month?" Tommy asked, intrigued.

Generally, among his contemporaries, Pam and Carly had the most stable relationship. He met her in high school, and they married straight after Carly graduated from college, had kids, with Carly becoming a real estate agent and Pam serving as a non-active duty engineer in the Navy. Whenever he saw them, the couple always seemed affectionate.

"Nothing much. She arranged for a family doctor’s check-up without me knowing, and well... when the doctor arrived, I was sitting in the living room crafting to the little movie playing on the TV. That damned doctor threatened to sue me for sexual harassment. Please, she’s the one who barged into my house unannounced, and Carly blew up at me because of this incident," explained Pam, pushing his glasses up his nose.

Tommy bluntly said, "You’d rather work with your hands to a little movie than touch Carly. That’s the real reason she’s angry, isn’t it?"

"Looking at Carly’s body is like looking at my own. Who would find their own body interesting? I’d rather * a car’s exhaust; I might even find some pleasure and warmth in that," Pam argued:

"Sleeping in the same bed with a woman for forty years, it’s simply impossible to keep the passion alive. Honestly, at times, I find the cross-dresser in our community, who wears stockings, a short skirt, and declares he identifies as a woman, more arousing than seeing Carly."

Tommy seriously warned, "Take my advice, Pam, don’t mess with those LGBTQ folks; they’re a tough crowd, and I’ve had trouble with that in the past."