Let’s hone this story down to the essentials. The peripheral details are a distraction. Or as Bertolt Brecht would say: “And I always thought: the very simplest words / Must be enough.”
It started 3 weeks ago. Her idea. First announced in a two-word text message: Hey Dad. A mere two-word sentence that is customarily succeeded with cash outflow. The three dots flash: ping, ping, ping, ping. One hand grips my smartphone, the other hand protects my wallet. Here it comes.
Let’s go Dad. Come on. Let’s you and I go. Just the two of us. Come on Dad.
She’s gainfully employed, and no longer tethered to Mom and Dad. But, she remains fully tethered to the rent-free, food-free, laundry-free and chore-free arrangement — and bathing in it guilt-free.
It will be a Father – Daughter thing. How many times do you think you and I will have this opportunity? She deftly moves her Dad into position, places his right hand on the fulcrum piece on the teetering Jenga tower, and the tower wobbles and collapses.
OK Honey.
And as Paul Harvey would have said, now here’s The Rest of the Story. Continue reading “Driving to I-95 N. With Valet.”