Ethan: Why are you judging me? You have food. You eat exactly half of your food.
Simon: I checked your Short Bread Cookies and I didn’t find any short breads.
Ethan: man! You have got to stop eating all of the food around here.
Simon: Yeah but what about these popped corns.
Ethan: tell me you did not eat the cake I left for mom. . .
Simon: I did not eat the delicious cake you left for mom.
Simon: I think I could be a skateboarding dog. I don’t believe this Tone Knee Hawk guy. It doesn’t look so difficult…
Ethan : I wish you would hurry up and get it done. Then we both could retire. Oh look, this is where he fractured his pelvis and gets a concussion…
Simon: On second thought, I think I’ll keep doing nothing and then retire. If I do a career, I would have to have elbow patches and licenses. And I’ve got that bad knee.
Ethan: Which one?
Simon: I just told you, the bad one. *pay* attention.
I work better when I have a schedule and I’m working on my time management.
So I kind of wrote out a schedule…
I usually make a list every night anyway…
11am lunch with Simon, walk Simon. Make coffee for Lindz.
Make lunch for Lindz.
It’s not that big of a deal.
But looking at it makes a difference. Hearing the alarm go off
Makes a bigger difference.
L: Simon! Bad dog!
Ethan: What did he do?
(Simon walks in)
Ethan: What did you do?
Simon: Absolutely NOTHING
(L stands in the door holding trash from the bin)
Simon: Say dad. You should really go back to work. You’re going to get fired! Since mom quit her job, I’ve been getting yelled at a LOT more.
Ethan: Simon, we’re on vacation.
Simon No you’re not! When you go to the vacation I get dumped at grandmas and you come back smelling like strange dirts.
Ethan: I never thought you noticed
Simon: I’m man’s best friend and I will not let you throw your car-reer away just because mom quit her job.
Ethan: We’re on vacation buddy.
Simon: fine, I will rough it with you. I’m part wolf. Let’s see, My dog food is only 60 dollars. Well, I don’t know what dollars are or what it means but that sounds VERY reasonable.
Ethan: I’ll just cut out coffee instead.
Simon: Remember I need three blankets and a pillow that’s not too hot or too cold, for
when you’re selling things at that thrifty fleas market.
Ethan: oh you’re a real Daniel Boone. I’ll warn the next frontier.
He remembered the streets
The businesses coming and going
He had been a part of all of that
Helped build that
But now everything was a phone
Or an app
And everyone was glued to their hands.
He had a wet bar
He would pour a drink
As much as he wanted, he could never smoke and drink together.
He saw the City change.
And somehow he disappeared. Like all of those businesses. Those start ups.
He looked in the mirror. His skin and his gray hair. He was invisible even to himself.
The years fly by like rain in the wind.
And there is something painful about growing old. No one ever tells you. Or maybe they did tell you, they were just part of that elderly chasm and you never heard them.
After you reach a certain age. You become invisible. No one really hears you and no one really sees you. Not like they used to.
They just group you all together, like a pile of dead leaves raked together and forgotten.
Sometimes he wondered what happened and how it changed so fast. One minute he was young and finishing college. The next morning he was so old he could barely get out of bed.
Simon: Hey dad. Why do we listen to the Jazz while we cook.
Ethan: I don’t know, I guess jazz and beer and food go together… it’s how I relax.
Simon: Oh. Ok. Like mom takes naps?
Ethan: (laughs) I guess so.
Simon: I don’t think I’ve heard this one yet. Is it new?
Ethan: Well, it’s Sinatra so it’s about 70 years old.
Simon: You were gone forever dad.
Ethan: I was at work.
Simon: Yeah but a lot happened.
Ethan: what happened?
Simon: Baths happened.