Day 272

An hour later, Travis and I are out back of the compound, watching from across the bustling neon street as guards patrol the lobby. There are cameras pointed at the walkway in front of the skyscraper, small enough that I'm hesitant to take the shot. I motion to Travis and he follows, slipping into the …

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Start here, with a big red car--big the way they made cars in the years right after the second world war--cars for midwest families still planning on six kids and who had to drive not just through snow in the winter but over snow, crushing it like fascism.  Imagine a living room on wheels with …

271 — Dad’s

At the Breakfast Table . . . “The coffee’s good,” Karen said. “Thank you.” “It’s not quite as hot as normal, but it’s good.” “I made it earlier today.” “ What time did you make it?” “At five.  I couldn’t sleep last night.  I got up at midnight and binge-watched that English series we started …

Day 269 — Dad’s

Some teachers moved casual friday into the rest of the week; and while for many on the staff, friday meant blue jeans and sweat shirts, for a few younger teachers, jeans migrated into the rest of the week. Each of the blue-jean wearers that i can think of were excellent teachers which was not surprising …

Day 268 — Dad’s

Dad handed me the keys to the Pontiac.  “Where are you going?” he asked. “Just downtown,” I said.   “In blue jeans?”  “What’s wrong with blue jeans?” “Nothing’s wrong with them if you’re going to mow the lawn or to go fishing, but to go downtown, you should wear something else.” In the 1960’s, if …

Day 266

I crash in the morning, leaving the plan for Travis and giving him strict instructions to stay inside. Sig gives me a nod as I pull the curtains closed, settling into a relaxing day. It's a mercifully dreamless sleep. Evening comes too soon, and I wake with a sense of dread. Travis is dozing on …

Day 266 — Dad’s

Blue jeans:  version 1 My dad lived in two times simultaneously.  He wasn’t a time traveller or an inhabitant of parallel universes, as far as I knew, but he did live through the 1960’s--the decade in which my memories of him are most vivid--acting out the values of the Depression, the years in which he …