We were in Dallas over the weekend to celebrate the 90th birthday of Cristie’s grandfather, Robert Damon. Yesterday a lot of warm e-mails went around the family, everyone saying what a nice time we had.
Everyone except the birthday boy. As he told me in a ready-made poem on Sunday morning, he doesn’t do the Internet:
I still talk with my mouth,
And I think with my head.
No pressing buttons for me.
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