The same people who name their other kid Newman...yeah, my parents loved Butch Cassiday and The Sundance Kid. Just thought naming us after Bob and Paul would make us lone gunmen, heroes, and best of all cowboys. Mom just had this idea that our names would move us forward, make us special. It did, in a way. My name never bothered me much, but Newman? It was ok, til Seinfeld got popular and the biggest jerk on a show full of jerks was named Newman. Didn't matter if it was his last name or his first name. He was a jerk because the Newman on the hit show was a jerk.
My mother was a great TV watcher. When we had to put her in a home two years ago she would sit in that bed and watch TV from 9 in the morning til 9 at night. She could walk, in fact she wasn't at all impaired, until the cancer eating away at her attacked her brain, but she didn't eat much of anything, and told the nurses that for the money she was paying to the home, she should be able to do whatever she wanted. Nothing like a PO'd Irish lady to get her way.
Dad still rambles around in the house they lived in for 50 years before mom's cancer got the better of her. He visited her all the time, more than me or New did. I went more than him, but he was always angry. Anyway, I don't even know where he is right now, haven't heard from him in ages. Last time I heard he was studying some math formula like that guy on TV with the other guy from Northern Exposure.
Viv finally let me take Dill and Gabe to see Dad. They had a great time messing around with bugs and worms while he told them all the things that bugs eat. Things like dung. Nothing like dung to excite boys under the age of 8.
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