Descent<\/p>\n
My father drummed darkness
\nThrough the underbrush
\nUntil lightning struck<\/p>\n
I take after him<\/p>\n
Clouds crowd the sky
\nAround me as I run
\nDownhill on a high–
\nI am my mother\u00c3\u00ads son
\nBorn long ago
\nIn the storm\u00c3\u00ads eye<\/p>\n
Samuel Menashe<\/p>\n
I talked to my sister yesterday. The conversation\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s theme the same as it has been for weeks – what to do with our parents? However, this time we ended with a tidy plan.<\/p>\n
I said, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Let\u00c3\u00ads keep it a secret for now.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
Fifteen minutes later my brother, Brian, called. He told me his flight back from Evansville was flawless. \u00e2\u20ac\u0153Greased”\u00e2\u20ac\u009dis the word he used. I told him it was payback given how difficult his visit had been. He continued, \u00e2\u20ac\u0153But that\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s not the real reason I called. Joan told me you had a secret plan… .\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
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\nDiane and I danced in the kitchen last night while we prepared dinner. We listened to Willie Nelson sing from his greatest hits album – songs like Remember Me and Georgia on my Mind.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153If only the music were better,\u00e2\u20ac\u009d Diane whispered in my ear.<\/p>\n
\u00e2\u20ac\u0153I love this music.\u00e2\u20ac\u009d<\/p>\n
“I know. I\u00c3\u00adm afraid we\u00c3\u00adre going to end up in the South listening to Country and Western.”<\/p>\n
“And Old Time Radio.”<\/p>\n
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\nMatt brought his tux home last night for his upcoming prom on the 28th. He has been pretty quiet about the event, but not Diane. Holy cow. You\u00c3\u00adda thought it was her prom. “When are you getting picked up in the limo? When can we take pictures? Will other parents be there? What are you doing afterwards? Are you staying out all night? When does the tux have to be returned.”<\/p>\n
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\nPeter leaves Evansville this morning for an almost two week conference in San Fransico.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Descent My father drummed darkness Through the underbrush Until lightning struck I take after him Clouds crowd the sky Around me as I run Downhill on a high– I am my mother\u00c3\u00ads son Born long ago In the storm\u00c3\u00ads eye … Continue reading