he called his Dad

                   bouttime they got caughtup cold day in Hell before his father would call him hed been out of town

his Dad said to his sister

                           they shared a house and for-all-intent-and-purposes she was his caretakerhad her hands full  he was a cogent acerbic ninetythree year old

Can you believe it?he’s timing me.

Im not . . .

I can’t believe he’s timing me.

iPhones automatically times calls . . .

Can you believe it?I can’t believe it.  He’s timing me.

Dad

What?

I can hear ya talkin to Sis

    You can?

Yah  Im not the one wearin hearing aids

Why are you timing me?

he decided to withstand the slings and arrows

                                                  Because Im makin damn sure I get my allotted five minutes Im gonna get my whole rationing

I can’t believe it.

Believe it

           When we hangup have Sis call someone on her phone an shell show ya wha Im talkinbout anya wasting time with your nonsense Im deducting three minutes from the secondbysecond timer

Tha ought to teach ya

That’s ridiculous.

Then well enjoy ridiculous

                            Staying upright not topplin over not tasking your paratrooper talents of how to land correctly without hurtin yourself

I am.

Tellin people youre not fallin somethingsomeone is shovin ya from behind

I am.

Barbecuing this Memorial Day weekend?

Im not, but I’ll be eatin’ barbecue.

Excellent

          I wanted to call specifically to thank you for the front page of the Tribune Chicagos pope  Pope Bobby  Ifya indulgedstuck to your catechism yamight have been Pope Bobby

Son. hes never called him by his first name   Son.

                                                You blowing smoke up my ass?

I am

        Feel good

0830,  Thursday,  22  5. 25

1608,  reggaefriday,  23  5. 25

The Platters  Smoke Gets In Your Eyes  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-T3iH3n1kk