Of Boyhood Dreams and Things You Learn in the Dairy Aisle
Oblivious to my existence, a mother and her young son stood next to me in the dairy aisle. Mom was in front of the sliced Sargento, trying to decide what she wanted. Her progeny was talking a mile a minute about some wonderful invention he had constructed from various parts scrounged from here and there, one of which was a paperclip he had found on the ground. He looked like he was about eight, and it was apparent his soliloquy had been going on for some time. I couldn't tell exactly what it was he had "invented," but it was obviously monumental, for he described it with great enthusiasm.
To say Mom was listening with only half an ear would be giving her far more credit than was due. That's not really a judgment of her, I suppose; you know how moms are sometimes. And I am sure there are moments when Junior has her undivided, if feigned,...
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