too brief and lovely convo with mother which concluded with
“and I’ll be seeing an old school chum from Uni”
“Oh who mother”
“Mrs. P.”
“Oh yes, how could I forget her, her husband tried to drown daddy.” (Boating accident on the Ottawa River; camera drowned, daddy did not.)
“Yes, and that was the first day we ever heard Bob Dylan, too,”
and I gravely say, “It was an important day for us all.”
But gosh, to be able to remember far enough back when Bob Dylan wasn’t everywhere all the time with a warp and weft consistency that we’d have to destroy civilization to entirely remove.
I M OLD
