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I answered the phone at my desk.
“Hello?”
“This is the last time I’m going to read this to you.” I immediately recognized my father’s voice, who offered no salutation.
“I had to read this to you over and over and over again,” he continued. “’I will not eat it in a box, I will not eat it with a fox. I will not eat green eggs and ham. I will not eat it, Sam I Am.’”
“Oka-a-y,” I responded, somewhat hesitantly, wondering where this was going. I glanced around the busy law office, processing this surreal moment of having my father read a childhood book to me.
“Dr. Seuss recently died,” he said, “and I’m reading a column in today’s San Francisco Chronicle paying tribute to him. I was thinking about how many times I had to read his books to you over and over again. So, I’m just letting you know, that this is the last time I’m reading this to you.”
Laughing, I thought, “That’s my dad.” Read the rest of this entry »
When I was a child, my family was on a strict budget, which meant watching movies at the local drive-in theater. Mom made popcorn, which we weren’t allowed to eat until a quarter of the way into the picture. Sometimes, as a treat, we would get a soda from the snack bar.
Each parking space had its own speaker which hung on a pole and was attached with a cable. The speaker would hang over the partially opened car window. Sometimes, the speakers actually worked. When they didn’t, we’d have to drive forward or backward to another parking spot. It got to the point where my dad would just have my brothers get out of the car to run from speaker to speaker finding one that worked, so he wouldn’t have to continually move the car. In the winter, because of the required partially opened window, we would freeze. Read the rest of this entry »
How accurate will your biography be?
Dorothy Parker, writer and wit extraordinaire, was witness to two plays written about her. One was written by Ruth Gordon, and the other by George Oppenheimer, which made her leery about writing her autobiography. “If I did, George Oppenheimer and Ruth Gordon would sue me for plagiarism.” Read the rest of this entry »
