I try to call my folks four or five times a week. They’re usually around while I drive to work.
An admission. I break the law to call my folks. My Bluetooth (I’m a huge Bluetooth fan) picks up too much car noise. My dad’s 86 year old ears can’t block it out. Bluetooth off! Shoot me.
We went through all the standard topics: How’s Stef? How’s Helaine? How’s Doppler. Then I told them about a friend who’s a widower and has begun to date.
“There are a lot of hook-ups here,” my father responded.
How do you follow that?
The sexual revolution is alive and well and sometimes speaking Yiddish in South Florida.