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Instead, They Phoned

After a long conversation late last night with both Hil and Matt from Bertha’s house, with Bertha laughing and her dog yelping in the background, that included a long string of how great this is and how much fun that was, I asked, “So Matt, tell me exactly what incentive do you have to come home?

“None,” he replied, and then launched into, “Dad, we got to meet the president of Nicaragua in his building, and when the security guard asked for identification, Bertha just laughed at him and kept walking, and we were the only ones there, and Hil’s vomiting was Hilarious, and we’re having pizza tonight and they have the only yard we’ve seen so far, and ... .”

We’ll all be at the airport Friday night. Will they?

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And Day Brought Back My Night

It was so simple: you came back to me
and I was happy. Nothing seemed to matter
but that. That you had gone away from me
and lived for days with him-- it didn’t matter.
That I had been left to care for our old dog
and house alone--couldn’t have mattered less!
On all this, you and I and our happy dog
agreed. We slept. The world was worriless.

I woke in the morning, brimming with old joys
till the fact-checker showed up, late, for work
and started in: Item: it’s years, not days.
Item: you had no dog. Item: she isn’t back,
in fact, she just remarried. And oh yes, item: you
left her, remember? I did? I did. (I do.)

Geoffrey Brock

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Chris’s parents took us to see The Finn Brothers (formerly Crowded House), Martin Sexton, and Angela McCluskey last Saturday night. There was an attractive couple in front of us who danced next to their chairs, but were prevented from using the wide open spaces next to us by the ever present security guards. Absurd.

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Is that patrician profile seemingly ignoring the lurid set of musicians anybody we know? For sure he's not one of the referenced dancing duo.....

Love to "hear" the voyagers having so much fun with their Latin hosts. I'm sure they've learned lots, and this seems mere sport, but any experience in new climes is educational, even if Egdelina's no longer the beneficiary of their efforts.

Sad poem.

Posted by there but for something.

Posted by Michael at August 2, 2004 09:39 AM