Monday, September 24, 2007

End of Men: water, goldfish, wheels

One of Laura's goldfish died yesterday. Arnie told me when I stopped by on my way to the hospital to sort through Dad's things to see if I could find some missing financial papers. I did. And I picked up his wallet, which was in the glove compartment of his car.

He's given the car to Max officially now, having offered and then withdrawn it several times over the past five or six months. The car, a 2002? Toyota, tricked out with a handle that Dad used in the last year or two of driving to hold onto the wheel with his good hand, is such a perfect metaphor for this time and these two men--passed across the bridge from elder to younger... as one stops driving forever and the other has just begun.

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