Slow, saxy jazz on the car radio:
"Daddy, nobody listens to this music."
Later in the evening just before
bed: "There's also a clock in my head and it has far more numbers than our
clock."
This lament burst forth as I prepared
to leave Isaiah's bedroom: "But I have no wife and children." He was
very concerned about this, and my explanations of meeting people later on
provided little consolation. Maybe I should start explaining grocery bills and
insurance so he'll want to wait to start his own family.




