To His Health
It's 8 a.m.
here, am trying to write a short about Lincoln's idea that writing is the great invention of the world. Then my cell phone rings.
I haven't talked with my son John
in almost a month. He called just now and said he didn't have time to talk but
he needs to know how to say "to your health" in Hungarian. This was very
important because he is with his Marine buddies in a bar in Japan and they are
all saying "salud" in Italian to his friend being toasted and this just wasn't
good enough. I told him it is "egeszseggedre" and he thanked me, told me he
loved me, and said he would call again.
Back to writing.
8:04 AM / November 9, 2009