Sunday, April 3, 2011
the accidental boyfriend
This could be a scene from my childhood. We were raised in a household that barely tolerated the telephone. While the rest of the population heralded this ingenious invention my family chose to sulk and mostly ignore Tom Edison's new toy. A family of loners we were and the phone would become one more dumb reason we would have to connect with that crazy, noisy world out there.
Supper was a sacred ritual in my childhood home and God save the brother that didn't have his butt parked at the table at 5:15 exactly. Should the phone ring all conversation would stop and my father would shove his chair back and walk to the little table in the living room. The black receiver went to his ear and he announced in a straight forward voice, "we are eating." Receiver back in place and back to the casserole.