Gut Rumbles

June 12, 2004

phone call

"Hey, mama, it's me."

"How are you doing, Robbie?" (she still calls me Robbie.)

"I'm okay, mom. I just wanted to let you know that I'm about to leave for Key West to spend a few days. I'll be back sometime next week."

"Where will you be staying?"

"I don't know. I'll figure out that part of the logistics when I get there. If you need to reach me, just send an email. I'll check that every day."

"Lordy! You sure are moving around a lot lately."

"Mom, I worked all of my life for this opportunity. I have no strings on me anymore and I have some money to spend. After I see Samantha next month, I'm going back to Costa Rica. I've learned to pack light and I enjoy getting the hell out of Dodge."

"You just be careful."

"I will, and don't worry about me. I am fine and I love you."

"I love you, too, Robbie."

My mama DOES love me, and she'll worry no matter what I tell her. I am 52 years old and I've been on my own for a long time, but I'll ALWAYS be her little boy in her eyes. Mamas are built that way.

But I had to call her. Mama needs to know where her little boy is going to play.


Heck even going overseas (or perhaps 'specially then). Mom was either on the horn or writing a letter to her errent son. And you are correct....don't matter how old we get....we are always and forever "their little boy". Which reminds me, time to give her a call.....

Posted by: Guy S. on June 12, 2004 12:13 PM

Your a hell of a son.

Posted by: Richard Cook on June 12, 2004 12:47 PM

Costa Rica again? I'm STILL waiting for a pic of your driver's daughter.

Posted by: MildlyDisturbed on June 12, 2004 07:42 PM

Cinemuck, n.:
The combination of popcorn, soda, and melted chocolate which
covers the floors of movie theaters.
-- Rich Hall, Sniglets
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