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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

140 deadtime

. " sam ," i said .
"hey ," he said ." sorry i didn't get back tp youi sooner . i've been on the road woth simon ." simon was sam's son .
sam was hoping  i'd endorse the fiction that the reason he hadn't returned my call was bewcause he wasn't able to drive and talk on the phone simultaneously . i granted him the inventiopn . it's what friends do .
" just gfot back from driving him to minnesota." sam held the long 0 sound of the penultimate syllable for two extra beats . one of the two additional beats was residue of northern minnesota heritage , the other was an intentional rxaggeration of his accent for my benefit ." he's going to spend a few weeks out there with all his grandparents and cousins . see some family , do some fishing , canoeing , too ."
 when sam said " canoeing ," it came out ." c'n-oo-in ." the word didn't even resemble a gerund  ." kid needs to get up close and personal with some real ospheres .  not  the wimpy things that show up around here in july and august ."
sam and his ex were both from mineesota =  sam from the far north , the iron range . they knew from lakes and fishing and canoeing - okay , c'n-oo-in - and they knew from mosquitoes masquerading as hummingbirds .
"simon's good , sam ?"
simon was good . his dream to spend the summer at a hockey camp in vancouver that cost mor per month than the sticker price of his father 's first car was one of the casualties of sam's job suspension . the trip north to hang with relatives in minnesota was simon's consolation prize .
sam had no way to know thta i was in new york with jonas . i doublted that he knew about layren's duthch child or that lauren and grace were on a a quixotic adventure to connnect with unlikely extended family in amsterdam .
 in so many ways , amsterdam  was not sam's kind of  city . i did  think that if could drag him through town with binders on -literal blinders ,

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