Christopher, Mom, and I sat in the waiting room at Mass General
Hospital on Thursday waiting to see Dad after the stint had
successfully been put in place.
Our conversation went all over; The Police in concert, people who
claim they can see angels, how stupid the celebrity magazines are even
though they are like a car accident we can't seem to look away from.
It was a cesspool of intellectual discussion.
Christopher explained domain names to Mom, adding that a lot of people
are naming their kids now according to available domain names. That
way, they can reserve a domain name for their kid if they ever want a
website. Sometimes the kids' names end-up being weird as a result.
I saw a father-to-be in my head, typing in options and finding a name
for his son. I blurted-out, "Aggamemnon-blueboy-
available, honey! We've got our name!"
Christopher blurted out the family's next temporary inside-joke the
next morning when Mom called to tell him that, even though Dad hasn't
even been in the hospital for 24 hours, he has been released to come
home.
"Jesus," Christopher said, "It's like ordering take-out!"
This morning, Mom, Dad, and I, along with family friends, John and
Donna Loews were sitting on the deck at Scott's End in Cape Cod. While
enjoying a slow breakfast, Dad fiddled with a new toy, a handheld GPS
system.
"It's on central time" he said frowning slightly, "We have a serious problem."
"Dad," I said, "A heart condition is a serious problem, having your
GPS on central time is not."
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