Afternoon with Family
Mitchell Hammock Road, I say. Or Mitchell Hammond Road?
Hammock! Mom replies. A hammock is like an island in a swamp!
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Mom says, Look at all this construction. They're building a bunch of stuff exactly like a bunch of other stuff that already exists.
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Me: There's another park.
Mom: That's a vulture!
Me: Park, Mom.
Mom: I thought you said bird.
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I poke at the buttons to the satellite radio, stopping to listen to the beginning of an Artie Shaw song. To the four year-old, I say, Do you hear that? That's the clarinet.
I don't want to hear the clarinet! he replies. Why is this clarinet still happening?
Maybe it was Benny Goodman.
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When I was a little boy, my stepfather says decorously, we always ate dinner together, even though we didn't like one another. Starting out serious, and then veering off.
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Frank O'Hara said, Go by feel. Or was that my mom?
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