Gut Rumbles

December 24, 2009

Phone call

Originally published June 12, 2004

"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.

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