The hardest part is knowing I’ll survive


My younger son didn’t want to come to the phone when I was in California, and he said as a little guy, “I ain’t got no words for Daddy”. He wasn’t angry, he just didn’t know what a phone was for if you had nothin’ to say. Like the kid whose father calls her from near the Moon in Kubrick’s 2001.

I’d read that Robert F Kennedy on the campaign trail would call his kids from his hotel room, and tell ’em stories. And so that is what I did.

Maudlin? Moi? I don’t think so because whatever else is the case (der Fall), my situation is no drill. It’s real.


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