Got to hang with Pops in Dekalb over the x-mas holiday, thanks to his purchase of a last minute airline ticket for yours truly.
And yes, I’ve become another of the working class poor, robbing Peter to pay Paul, but that’s a story for another time. Meanwhile…
As per usual, we sat around “Chateau Le Buzzy,” smoking cigarettes, drinking coffee - or later, beer - and staring out the window at the park.
Ah, the park; Dad’s lived across from it for so long – in so many different locales – it has become a truly intricate part of the myth of Buzz.
In my mind’s eye, he will eternally be ensconced in his leather loveseat, plaid robe awry, perched and peering out over a cup of coffee, through a haze of cigarette smoke, and into… the Park.