delightful convo

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.



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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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