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Wednesday, November 14, 2012

64 deadtime

. by the time i had been in new jork for none days jonas had joined me in the city twice . his visits gave me a chance to eyeball  his coping , the license to pay  tourist - we'd actually made two aeparate vists to the empire state building , one daytime , one nighttime - and his companionship gave me  chance to learn with some relief that i enjoyed my new son's company when he and i were alone .
on the first day that jonas was with me , i dropped my cell phone onto a sidewalk near the museum of natureal history . my ancient clamshell bound  off the concrete and ricocheted  off the rounded  base of a newspaper stand before it skittered  from the curb into the street . within two seconds the front tire  of a new jork taxicab obliterated one of the world's oldest operating mobile devices .
jonas was both horrified and a mused  . he insisted on rescuing the carcas from the street as though it were  the remains of an injured pet . after performing a quick autopsy on the corpse , he held up a thumbnail - size piece  of plastic ." your SIM  looks okay , " he said .
i shrugged . i didn't know what that meant .
" that's good , " he explained , recognizing my ignorance for what it was .
our next stop was times square . i took him shopping for baseball jerseys for him and for his cousins . he took me shopping for a new phone . the kid's knowledge about mobile phones made my jawdrop .

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