We see so little of each other lately, that in the rare instances we are together the conversations are even stranger than usual.
Two Saturdays ago, driving in car:
"There's a sequel to the Cars movie being made. That ought to be fun to endure."
"It isn't that I hated the Cars movie, it just would have been a million times better if Wim Wenders had directed it."
"Why are children's flap books so stupid? "Bugs are little, just like me", what's that supposed to teach a child?"
"Yeah, someone should do a Kenneth Rexroth flapbook of 100 More Poems From The Chinese. "Bugs are little like a million grains of rice..."
I really ought to carry a tape recorder along on our rides together.