01-13-02 - 8:10 a.m.
he called from the road yesterday, on his way for g, this time for real.
in a perfect world, he asked, how would we be?
i think about this more than i should. the proper response requires tact and humor, because the selfishness of the truth shames me.
we pool social security checks, i answered, and you learn to love stuffed grape leaves. what about you?
we're on the orient express, he said, and each time we walk down the aisle together and you flash that 1,000 watt smile, the other guys are green with envy.