Divorce, Arts District Style
Was flying the frisbee with my favorite
eight-year-old Arts District resident (probably
the only eight-year-old Arts District resident)
on a weed-filled vacant lot (ditto) when I told
him a story about playing frisbee on this same
patch with his mom and dad – before they got
divorced.
“My mom and dad are still married.”
“Your mom and dad have been divorced for
three years.”
“Nyuh-uh,” he said.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because they haven’t married anybody else.”
Were any of us ever that innocent?
If not, why not?
WTF is that?
Tags: Queen of Da Nile is in good company;
hang on to your dreams, little grasshopper;
who knows, maybe he’s right?
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