Wordle 335 - 05/20/2022

In September of 2005, Dillon Flynn and his father, Dale, squared off in the kitchen.  Dale was urging Dillon to apply to colleges, but Dillon felt disillusioned with the concept of institutionalized education and wanted to pursue a path of art and independence.  "You'll turn into a burnout and a fucking loser," swiped Dale.  "You have no jurisdiction over my life anymore," countered Dillon, stepping closer so that the faces father and son were inches apart, almost touching.  In burning, wordless eye contact, they held this position for a full minute.  "Back off," Dillon offered, finally.  And Dale did.  Following this confrontation, the two men didn't speak to each other for days.  Huddled over a bowl of soup as Dillon read on the couch, Dale finally broke the long silence.  "I never imagined my son would stick his chest out at me in my own home."  "Are we okay?" asked Dillon. "We have to be," Dale concluded.  Today, the Wordle Friends rely on the healing power of a great solution to mend fences.