Saturday, June 20, 2009
Now that I've finally been asked to rock'n'roll,I can't walk
I remember my father ouside The Wal*Mart parking lot, his his old friend Marishka with him and me slightly behind. It is a bright, shiny day. But father now has difficulty in walking. He is casting a long, distended shadow. He is holding a typed letter which he examines, through his Wal-Mart glasses, every so often, shaking his head
"So now it comes, Marishka. Money and an apology from the German Democratic Republic for all those years spent as a slave laborer..compensation. Money at last, now that t I can hardly walk.
"You have worlked long and hard, Michael. It is your reward at last for all those lost years. . You deserve it."
I add, "You deserve it Dad."
"Don't rush up against me like that Ivan."
He pauses as if for breath.
"Easy Ivan. Just let me lead, you follow. One step a a time. Day is long. You'll see."
Day is indeed long. And I long ago got my "letter of compensation".
But I can't do hills now.