A bit more of when your parents were young:
Wednesday, May 27, 1987: Daryl and I drove around for a while, and then he went home to pack. Dina and Sharon came over to talk and stayed for a long time. I had things I wanted to do, but I found that I wanted to be with them more. Sharon made a kind of stunningly un-self-conscious comment about an open living room window and Daryl’s recent audible disobedience to our apartment's famous rule #1. My eyebrows were raising here…
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| Trying to look innocent... |
Thursday, May 28: For breakfast I was eating a burger that had sat out all night. Sharon came over and, in guileless let’s-do-a-musical tones, commanded me to accompany her to Utah Lake to feed the ducks. I had things I had to do. This was more appealing, and easier, so I went. For some time we hucked things at the ducks and talked. Again, easy and appealing, and I was impressed by the unaffected naturalness and substance of my companion.
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| These really are ducks; this really is Utah Lake |
