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I was sitting at home last Friday evening, not doing a darn thing and the phone rang.   Now you can believe what you want, and you can call me crazy, but it was one of the most enjoyable phone conversations I’ve had in a long time.  I enjoyed every minute of it.  Following is a very accurate and nearly complete transcript;

“Hello”

“Hi!  Is Jane  there?”

“No, she’s not here right now.  May I take a message?”

“I’m calling from the Jill Long-Thompson for governor committee and I’d like to talk to Jane about our candidate.  Is Jane registered to vote?”

“She’s ALWAYS voted.  She has never missed an opportunity to do her duty under our great constitution.  Unfortunately, she’s not in the best of health and probably can’t make it to the voting booth this year”

“Are you aware that the Wayne County Democratic party would probably be very happy to give her a ride to the polls?”

“Well, that’s nice.  Can I go with her?”

“Of course!!”

“Great!   Can I vote for her?”

“Oh, no.  That’s not allowed.  We can get her an absentee ballot if you’d like.  It sounds like that would make it much easier for her.  Where would you like us to send it?”

“West Lawn Cemetery”

“What?”

“The cemetery.   She been dead for twelve years, now.  In fact – it was twelve years ago this very night that she passed away”.

“OH!  Well, um, I’m sorry.  Please vote for Jill Long-Thompson for governor”

Click

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As Sean and I do our running around it seems we are constantly battling over control of the car radio.   I’m the driver so I feel I get to choose what we listen to.   Sean doesn’t always like my favorite stations and he’ll just reach over and change it to some new stuff that irritates me, but entertains him.

I don’t know if I was in a generous mood, or just not up to a battle but I didn’t complain when he pushed the “seek” button and went all up and down the dial looking for his brand of music.   He finally settled on something he liked and I politely and nicely asked him “What the hell is that crap?”.   He enlightened me, “C’mon Dad!!  That’s Three Doors Down!” as he looked at me with hopeless pity,  “They rock!  Yeah, Three Doors Down!  Just listen, they’re cool!”

So I struggled through this “cool” music hoping the next song would be a little more appealing to me.   Next up was some rap song with a booming bass that just bothers the heck out of me.   I said “What the hell is this crap?  It’s even worse!”  I guess the apple doesn’t fall very far from the tree and to prove it Sean reached over and turned up the volume for no reason other than to irritate me even more.  I said “Can you hear it now?” and he just laughed at me.

Well, two can play this game.   We were on Broad Street so I turned it up even louder still.  I reached in the back seat for a baseball cap (which I put on backwards), slouched down in the seat with my hands over the steering wheel and slowed the car down to a crawl as the radio blasted ” BOOM-BA-BOOM-BA-BOOM-BA-BOOM”.

“DAD!!  DAD!!  STOP IT!!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!”  

“Why, son,  I’m just bein’ cool.  Just chillin’, know what I’m sayin’?” 

“Aw, Dad.  You aren’t cool.  That’s embarrassing.   Oh man.”

“Son, they don’t come much cooler than me.  I was cool way before you were born and I’m still cool.  No doubt about it.  Just ask your mom.  We can’t be any cooler than this.  Cruising Broad in this groovy four door Escort – a real chick magnet!!”

“Yeah, right, Dad.  Whatever.  You can change it now if you want” 

Someday he’ll learn not to get into a battle of the wits with the old man.

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