Working Late

31 May 2004 /

Sometimes when I’m working a little late, my boy calls me at the office . . .

Man on beach watching boy fly kite

“Come home,” he says.

“I’m leaving in a few minutes.”

“Leave right now.”

“Well, I can’t leave right now, I’ve got to kind of wrap it up, you know?”

“Start wrapping it up.”

“Okay . . . I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay.”

That means a lot to me . . . it connects my work with the rest of my life.

Thanks, boy! Please don’t grow up and leave me here all by myself . . .

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