NYC

We hope you get to be happy sometimes.

Hey I found the safest place to keep all our tenderness. Keep all those bad ideas. Keep all our hope. It’s here in the smallest bones, the feet and the inner ear. It’s such an enormous thing to walk and to listen. I’d like to fall asleep to the beat of you breathing in a room near a truckstop on a highway somewhere. You are a radio. You are an open door. I am a faulty string of blue christmas lights. You swim through frequencies. You let that stranger in, as I’m blinking off and on and off again. We’ve got a lot of time. Or maybe we don’t, but I’d like to think so, so let me pretend.

-The Weakerthans

If you think that’s good you should hear it with music.

Max

$2 bills, silver dollars, humphrey bogart, chocolate eclairs, women, motorcycles, mickey mouse, albert and costello, pet monkeys, phone booths, knives, the brooklyn dodgers, train rides, masks, tattoos, women, coney island, the easter bunny, guns, winnebagos, paying in full and in cash, lobster tail, driving, magicians, woody allen, front row seats, yelling, john wayne, women, surprises, costumes, yoda, letter writing, brooklyn circa 1930-65, stealing, taking trips, musicals, mr. bill, igor, anything on the radio, the star of david, robinhood, rice krispies, chablis, laughing, iguanas, puppies, taxis, oysters & shrimp cocktail, con jobs, his mother and father, me and my brother.

These are things my father loves. He’s too sick these days to care about much more than getting through the day but still, I know and I don’t forget.