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“Knock knock.” “Who’s there?” “Y’see? That’s what I mean. You say ‘knock knock’ to Americans, they always say ‘Who’s there?’ If you say ‘knock knock’ to somebody from Japan or somewhere, they’ll just get confused.” My brother Greg was telling us his knock-knock theory. This was some years back. Greg, Ben K and I were skiing in [...] By the time I was 15, my family could afford nicer vacations than the rock hunting expeditions of my early childhood. Oh, there’s nothing wrong with hunting rocks. I have very fond memories of rock hunting. And the thing is, they’re easy to catch. So in the summer of my 15th year, our parents took [...] I rose to check the weather for our trip in the dim hours between dawn and Captain Kangaroo. It was Sunday morning of Memorial Day weekend, 1994, and Ben K was on his way over to pick me up for two calm and restorative days of backwoods hiking in Arkansas. A quick glance at the Whether [...] Early June, 1990. Marci and I were on our honeymoon in Italy, thanks to a gift of miles from my folks. We hadn’t been there long, and had just arrived in sunny and lovely Florence, our second stop. We were walking with our backpacks down the old cobblestone streets toward the part of town where [...] You probably have a list of your own: Things I Shouldn’t Have Said. My list has a different title: Things I Shouldn’t Have Gotten Away With Saying. This these are not intentional slights or meanness. Sometimes words just slip out on their own. The summer after our freshman year in college, Ben K and I [...] Back before the now-time began, and well before the world ended, Marci and I were lovers. Now we’re married, so even though we’re still lovers it doesn’t count. We’d been working “starter jobs” the year after college, and when those came to an end (or rather, when we decided to end ‘em) we went on [...] My parents often said they were as lucky in pregnancy as they were lucky in love. Perhaps they said this more often than they should have. They used to tell us about it with some frequency, especially when they returned from vacations. Greg and I would pick them up at the airport and [...] |
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