The early day long and short of it



Against our wishes, my dad used to walk around his neighborhood and tell the kids at the bus stop he hoped they did their homework. Yeah, try that now and say goodbye to your neck. But … if you’re ever feeling blueish - get out early, grab some Starbucks and watch the shortest shorties head to school with their sleep deprived parents thinking about their 10:30 pitch. Lots of harried dads here carrying their kids backpacks which are often as big as their charge. They are the living, lovely, natural, cosmic continuity - these future hedge funders, addicts, philanthropists, bowlers, collagists, scammers, think tank presidents, bus drivers, opera singers, bakers, hostage negotiators - all of them now, so sweet and clean open fragile fresh - walking to learning and making sure those flattening blues we got blow off far away.


 

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