My Dad
l2-4-06
When Pa died I was living at 209 N. Venice Blvd in Venice, CA, a couple of blocks from the Pacific Ocean. I didn't go to the funeral in Wisconsin because I was too involved in my love life with Wendy Reeves. At the time Wendy & I were not on speaking terms but she lived only 3 blocks away from where I lived & nothing else in my life mattered. The last time I saw Pa he took me to Helen's Kitchen a Dutch restaurant in Waupun, Wis. (pop. 7,500). He told me to try a piece of pie. And when it came time to pay the bill I reached for my wallet but he would have none of it. Nothing had changed. Pa was still Boss of all the estates & though in L.A. I was known as an undissimulating poet here I was still a kid of 38 who couldn't foot the bill for his dad's cup of coffee & his own piece of pie.
RLG copyright 2006
When Pa died I was living at 209 N. Venice Blvd in Venice, CA, a couple of blocks from the Pacific Ocean. I didn't go to the funeral in Wisconsin because I was too involved in my love life with Wendy Reeves. At the time Wendy & I were not on speaking terms but she lived only 3 blocks away from where I lived & nothing else in my life mattered. The last time I saw Pa he took me to Helen's Kitchen a Dutch restaurant in Waupun, Wis. (pop. 7,500). He told me to try a piece of pie. And when it came time to pay the bill I reached for my wallet but he would have none of it. Nothing had changed. Pa was still Boss of all the estates & though in L.A. I was known as an undissimulating poet here I was still a kid of 38 who couldn't foot the bill for his dad's cup of coffee & his own piece of pie.
RLG copyright 2006
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