Monday, September 26, 2011

Breakfast at midnight

Dear Cal,

You were right, that was us.  We were at Denny's eating breakfast in the middle of the night.  Don't know how it was in your family, but in mine the best listening and talking happens away from home. I don't understand it, but take a kid out in a car, or out to eat and it's like putting a quarter in the slot--the words, the tears, the ideas, the dreams, the fears, the silence, the laughter, it just comes pouring out.  It's worth way more than the price of gas, or coffee, or breakfast at midnight.  The pancakes weren't so good but the rest of it was.

All my best,

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