Archive for July, 2010
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My son was emphatic, his patience growing thin at the slowpoke ahead of us. Traffic was thick and blowing a horn would do little good but that cuts no ice with the young. I think he may have wanted to just hear the horn. This trait repeatedly surfaced over the years. When I first started using a cane he got a big squeeze horn and attached it. I couldn't really use it since I only had one useful hand. Later when I was confined to a wheelchair he complained about the wimpy horn on the chair. If I listened to my son he would have installed a big aah-ooga horn.
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Horrified the shocked waitress stepped back and stared as we responded to our son's asking pointedly, “What's that?” Not so our son. He attacked the “blood” with gusto while our young daughter had that typically resigned look that said,”Oh brother, dad's at it again". She was less than impressed.
